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IF there were in my kalendar / No Emma, Florence, Mary, / What would be my existence now- / A hermit's? -wanderer's weary? - / How should I live, and how / Near would be death, or far?
Could it have been that other eyes / Might have uplit my highway? / That fond, sad, retrospective sight / Would catch from this dim byway / Prized figures different quite / From those that now arise?
With how strange aspect would there creep / The dawn, the night, the daytime, / If memory were not what it is / In song-time, toil, or pray-time. - / O were it else than this, / I'd pass to pulseless sleep!