Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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XXX. THE EVE OF ABSENCE.
Thou sittest silent amid strangers, Dear!And I am going far from thy fond heart:
Thy cheeks are pale, and in thine eyes a tear
Starts, and its orbed world is dim with sorrow;
For thou art musing on a blank to-morrow.
But, cheating distance, let us still be near
In waking thoughts and vivid dreams of love;
And from our heart's worn ark send memory's dove
In search of rest from passion's sorrow-flood!
In body, not in soul, we wholly part;
And still our thoughts shall be right spiritual food,
To feed the pining dotage which we bear
Craving within our spirits.—Yet I moan;
Leaving thee sad, 'mid joy; and in a crowd, alone.
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