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!