Is gone
But that alone won’t matter, anyhow…
Not sunrise, nor yet decline,
Not gloomy, nor joy is mine,
Not alone, nor in a crowd,
I have not left, but time’s allowed.
I do not bite, nor do I tear,
Nor moo, nor mumble in the air,
I do not sob, nor wildly rue,
I haven’t loved, nor now love you.
For you, of course, that is too slight—
So why did you enter my life, then fade from sight?
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