’Twixt Dawn And Day

If you were gone, and any anodyne Could drown in deep forgetfulness benign All thought of all things past, Until, at last, I had forgotten too Even the dearer memory of you--

In some dim hour betwixt the dawn and day, When I awoke to feel how bleak and grey My life without you spread, Then from the dead Those memories would upstart And one--the thought of you would break my heart.

And passing thus, could lapse of day and year Keep me still distant from you there as here? Nay, for remembering so Were hence to go Back through the years a space And where we parted make our meeting place.