Poems (Stoddard)/You left Me
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 pursueThem only; come, your rival meet, My future bring, it will be—you!