Was there a moment we never had met?
Was there a time unexalted by him?
Shone the same lustre in suns when they set?
Sparkled the river with joy to the brim?
Glitter'd the blue over heaven and sea?
Flutter'd the birds to a musical call?
Could he be happy unconscious of me?
And, without Harry, what was I at all?
I stand on a rock where two rivers meet,
With a life behind and a life before;