Poems (Stoddard)/You left Me

by Elizabeth Stoddard

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!