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

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

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 I verily, absent in body, but present in spirit, have judged
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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, . . .

Is not absence death to those who love?

Is not absence death to those who love?

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 makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
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A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.

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.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.