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In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
They are good that are away.
They are good that are away.
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.
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array,--
Days of absence, I am weary;
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Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array,--
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death.
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
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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!
Absence, that common cure of love.
Absence, that common cure of love.
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.