"By absence this good means I gain,
That I can catch her
Where none can watch her,
In some close corner of my brain,
Then I embrace and kiss her,
And so I both enjoy and miss her."
OLD POET.MY love, when I thought of you far away,
At first I shed a tear,
To think that no longer I could stray
With you by the river clear;
To think that no longer we could pore
Over the loved romance,
Or gracefully glide along once more
In the mazy, 'wildering dance.
But when I think of those hours of joy,
I seem to live them again,
Forgetting the moments that could alloy
Pleasure with sharper pain.
But, ah! that rose of paradise,
Her lip so full and red,
Grows pale in the evening light, and dies,
And a pearly whiteness shed
Over her face seems like a pall;
And now the angels' chime
Comes through the air with a rippling fall
From heaven, soft and sublime.
And now they bear my love away
Up heaven's eternal stair,
And leave me to dream my life away,
To sleep and find her there.
B. W. W.
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