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!