Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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VALE!
There are, so strange it seems, there are who sayThat distance gives intenseness to farewell.
Ah, no! If she should leave me for a day,
A year, without her life has lost its spell.
The withering senses shudder as they lose
Their warm possession; and it is all one
If for far voyage or a simple cruise,
Just where the stream is ocean, she is gone;
And if, but from my side, she disappears,
There follows her a piercing vale shout
From lips, from eyes, ah, most of all from ears
That starve and hope: nor time, nor narrow space
Can give ease to the senses left without
The appeal, the dear temptations of her face.
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