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

For with G.D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to
speak it profanely) to be present read more

For with G.D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to
speak it profanely) to be present with the Lord.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

Sometimes I need what only you can provide - your absence.

Sometimes I need what only you can provide - your absence.

What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
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What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?

For there's nae luck about the house;
There's nae luck at aw;
There's little pleasure in the read more

For there's nae luck about the house;
There's nae luck at aw;
There's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman's awa.
- William Julius Mickle,

The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.

The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.

Is not absence death to those who love?

Is not absence death to those who love?

Sometimes I need what only you can provide -- your absence.

Sometimes I need what only you can provide -- your absence.