If I should learn, in some quite casual way, <br /> That you were gone, not to return again— <br />Read from the back-page of a paper, say, <br /> Held by a neighbor in a subway train, <br />How at the corner of this avenue <br /> And such a street (so are the papers filled) <br />A hurrying man—who happened to be you— <br /> At noon to-day had happened to be killed, <br />I should not cry aloud—I could not cry <br /> Aloud, or wring my hands in such a place— <br />I should but watch the station lights rush by <br /> With a more careful interest on my face, <br />Or raise my eyes and read with greater care <br /> Where to store furs and how to treat the hair.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-05-if-i-should-learn-in-some-quite-casual/
