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!

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 diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.

Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

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.

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Is not absence death to those who love?

Is not absence death to those who love?