ABSENCE
Reading edition
Thou art away and I am here. The one that’s left is lonesome, dear. I long to look into your face. I long to-night for your embrace. Like hopeless grief, the wind and rain Beats at my darkened window pane. There’ll come a time, my love, I know, When one of us must surely go. Beyond the call of voice or tear— Which shall it be? I question, dear. O, coward heart, find hope and rest— Whatever comes to thee is best!