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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 is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.
Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.
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, . . .
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.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
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 is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
The absent are always in the wrong.
The absent are always in the wrong.
The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.
The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.
