YOU LEFT ME.

You left me, and the anguish passed, And passed the day, and passed the night— A blank in which my senses failed; Then slowly came an inward light.

So plain it reproduced the hours We lived as one,—the books we read, Our quiet walks and pleasant talks— Love, by your spirit was I led?

Oh, love, the vision grows too dear, I live in visions—I pursue Them only; come, your rival meet, My future bring, it will be—you!