The Broken Tryst

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Walking alone where we walked together,
  When June was breezy and blue,
I watch in the gray autumnal weather
  The leaves fall inconstant as you.

If a dead leaf startle behind me,
  I think 'tis your garment's hem,
And, oh, where no memory could find me,
  Might I whirl away with them!

© James Russell Lowell