Should I awake tomorrow and find you gone—
Forever fled from reach of hand or eye,
Like silken mists which can obscure the sun
And vanish in the wake of azure sky.
Could I be sure that you were ever here?
That once upon a time my life you graced?
That you were flesh and blood I held so near,
And not some blissful angel chance displaced?
For what could reassure me of such truth—
Persuade me it was not but hopeful dreams,
Nor yet some playful, though still cheerless ruse
That wishful mind conspired with memory?
Thus would my state be such if you should leave,
And I be left to wonder, more than grieve.

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