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IfI should learn, in some quite casual way,That you were gone, not to return again—Read from the back-page of a paper, say,Held by a neighbour in a subway train,How at the corner of this avenueAnd such a street (so are the papers filled)A hurrying man—who happened to be you—At noon to-day had happened to be killed,I should not cry aloud—I could not cryAloud, or wring my hands in such a place—I should but watch the station lights rush byWith a more careful interest on my face,Or raise my eyes and read with greater careWhere to store furs and how to treat the hair.
IfI should learn, in some quite casual way,That you were gone, not to return again—Read from the back-page of a paper, say,Held by a neighbour in a subway train,How at the corner of this avenueAnd such a street (so are the papers filled)A hurrying man—who happened to be you—At noon to-day had happened to be killed,I should not cry aloud—I could not cryAloud, or wring my hands in such a place—I should but watch the station lights rush byWith a more careful interest on my face,Or raise my eyes and read with greater careWhere to store furs and how to treat the hair.
IfI should learn, in some quite casual way,That you were gone, not to return again—Read from the back-page of a paper, say,Held by a neighbour in a subway train,How at the corner of this avenueAnd such a street (so are the papers filled)A hurrying man—who happened to be you—At noon to-day had happened to be killed,I should not cry aloud—I could not cryAloud, or wring my hands in such a place—I should but watch the station lights rush byWith a more careful interest on my face,Or raise my eyes and read with greater careWhere to store furs and how to treat the hair.