Absence, that common cure of love.

Absence, that common cure of love.

Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.

Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.

With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, read more

With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What read more

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!

Ever absent, ever near;
Still I see thee, still I hear;
Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!

Ever absent, ever near;
Still I see thee, still I hear;
Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent read more

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.

Absence and death are the same--only that in death there is no suffering.

Absence and death are the same--only that in death there is no suffering.

For I verily, absent in body, but present in spirit, have judged
already, as though I were present, concerning read more

For I verily, absent in body, but present in spirit, have judged
already, as though I were present, concerning him that hath so
done this deed, . . .

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my read more

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.