Part 2 — ABSENCE.
Reading edition
By INA NOEL.
I call to thee across the space that lies Between us now and keeps thee from my eyes; But, like a tired swallow on the sea, Words fall and die, unheard alas! by thee. No tone of mine can reach thee now, belov’d, No sound of human voice will bridge the deep, Only my spirit calling through the dark May stir a smile upon thy lips in sleep.
