  [Oh, the Day that I was Lost, I never shall forget: I wake up in the night sometimes, and think It's Happening Yet.] S he let me go, a minute. She said she would take care; But she let me go, a minute: And then— She wasn't there. Everything grew awful That was good before. And the Faces didn't look Like people any more. It made you feel like Wrinkles All over you; and Cold. It made you feel two hundred And eighty-nine years old. It was like being Homesick, And Hurt; when no one Cares. It was exactly like a Wreck; And people smiled like Bears. I thought that my own Mother Had just—Forgotten me! I thought that God had lost me, Like a Penny in the Sea. The Noise all seemed to grow and grow And roar until it drowned me.— And I could only say,—'I'm Lost.'... And then, at last,—they Found me, —They Found me! |
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