Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges

Absence

When my love was away,
Full three days were not sped,
I caught my fancy astray
Thinking if she were dead,

And I alone, alone:
It seem'd in my misery
In all the world was none
Ever so lone as I.

I wept; but it did not shame
Nor comfort my heart: away
I rode as I might, and came
To my love at close of day.

The sight of her still'd my fears,
My fairest-hearted love:
And yet in her eyes were tears:
Which when I question'd of,

'O now thou art come,' she cried,
''Tis fled: but I thought to-day
I never could here abide,
If thou wert longer away.' 

1. The Palm Willow
2. I Found To-day out Walking
3. January
4. Sometimes When My Lady Sits by Me
5. Poor Withered Rose and Dry

Mary Robinson Absence ("WHEN from the craggy mountain’s pathless steep")

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