Absence, alas, Causeth me pass From all solace To great grievance. Yet though that I Absent must be, I trust that she Hath remembrance. Where I her find Loving and kind, There my poor mind Eased shall be. And for my part, My love and heart Shall not revert Though I should die. Beauty, pleasure, Riches, treasure, Or to endure In prison strong Shall not me make Her to forsake Though I should lack Her never so long. For once trust I, Ere that I die, For to espy The happy hour, At liberty With her to be That pities me In this dolour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FISHERMAN IN SONGKHLA by KAREN SWENSON DARKNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON FOR [OR TO] THOSE WHO FAIL by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE RAGGEDY MAN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY ITYLUS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ADVENTURE ON THE WINGS OF MORNING by RACHEL ALBRIGHT TRANQUIL HABIT by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |