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?

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

Absence - that common cure of love.

Absence - that common cure of love.

Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream.
And I seek then in vain by the meadow read more

Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream.
And I seek then in vain by the meadow and stream.

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

Absence, that common cure of love.

Absence, that common cure of love.

Is not absence death to those who love?

Is not absence death to those who love?

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.