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XIX.
“WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WAS ‘FAR AWAY,’ I WAS DREAMING, ETC.”

But is it any crime to love you so
That I would have you sitting ever near,
Ready to help my patient labour, dear,
And all depression's fiends to overthrow?
Is it a wrong that I would have you here
To aid the lagging moments as they go
And speed the silent hours with glances clear?
Is love condemned, when love doth overflow?
A little distance seems quite “far away,”
Because my heart would have you close indeed.
After clear sunshine e'en the moon looks grey
And wretched,—and so urgent is my need
That, since I cannot cry “For ever stay!”
The smallest absence makes my spirit bleed.