Remainder

And if she did not love me, ah, what then?
Would I be strong enough to still go on?
If all those evenings ending with the dawn
Wasted away, and I, alone again,
Were left to sit in silence in the den;
If summer picnics on the browning lawn
Holding each other, suddenly were gone,
And I no more to her than other men,
Could I still hold together? I think so.
For I am still myself despite such change,
And though the world I'd live in would be strange,
It would still be my world, and I would know
Myself, and who I am, and so would be
Secure, and strong, in still remaining me.