If I 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 neighbor in a subway train, How at the corner of this avenue And 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 cry Aloud, 0r wring my hands in such a place- I should but watch the station lights rush by With a more careful interest on my face,. Or raise my eyes and read with greater care

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