In Absence
Heart
of my heart! Time was when moments went
As petals cast upon a rushing
stream,
So swift, so sweet, I could but
catch their gleam
Ere
gone were all their beauty and their scent―
With
the slow-ebbing sea of ages blent.
Then thou wert with me! Now, alas,
they seem
Long as the long-drawn torment of a
dream―
Long
as the endless way to sweet Content.
Yon
sea the murmurs―is it blue or gray?
Yon moon that rises―is it dull or
bright?
How
shall I live to meet another day,
How, having met it, live on to the
night―
When
all my soul aches that thou art away,
And all my being for love’s lost
delight?
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