ABSENT from thee, beloved, I am pent In 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!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BIRD AND BROOK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ROMANCE by WALTER JAMES REDFERN TURNER HUSH OF TWILIGHT by G. KENYON ASHENDEN LINES PLACED OVER A CHIMNEY-PIECE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: LOVE IS WISER THAN AMBITION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |