I F 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 5 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, or wring my hands in such a place 10 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 Where to store furs and how to treat the hair.