 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
ABSENCE.
Absent from thee, belovéd, I am pentIn utter solitude, where'er I be;
My wonted pleasures give me small content
Wanting the highest,—to be shared by thee.
Reading,—I deem I misemploy my eyes,
Save in the sweet perusal of thine own;
Talking,—I mind me, with enamoured sighs,
What finer use my moving lips have known
When (as some kind orchestral instrument
Takes up the note the singer failed to reach)
Uncounted kisses rapturously lent
The finished meaning to my halting speech;
Remembering this, I fondly yearn for thee,
And cry, “O Time! haste! bring my love to me!”
| The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe | |