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ABSENCE
Should my beloved be absent from my sight,All work is left unfinished if begun,
Even as jealous Nature, should the sun
Withdraw himself, leaves the young shoots the height
That he had reared them to, nor takes delight
In waxy droppings of her buds undone,
Nor passion of her tendril vines to run
From pole to pole in garlands through the light.
But should the dead desert me for an hour...
Ah me, the living may come in and out,
And the heart break not of its varying pain;
But if the dead be found wandering without,
Wandering as ghosts, scarcely the heart has power
To draw them down into its depths again!
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