Absence, that common cure of love.

Absence, that common cure of love.

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?

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.

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.

Is not absence death to those who love?

Is not absence death to those who love?

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, . . .

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear.

Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear.

The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.

The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.