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!