Absent Yet Present
As the flight of a river That flows to the sea My soul rushes ever In tumult to thee. A twofold existence I am where thou art: My heart in the distance Beats close to thy heart. Look up, I am near thee, I gaze on thy face: I see thee, I hear thee, I feel thine embrace. As the magnet's control on The steel it draws to it, Is the charm of thy soul on The thoughts that pursue it. And absence but brightens The eyes that I miss, And custom but heightens The spell of thy kiss. It is not from duty, Though that may be owed,- It is not from beauty, Though that be bestowed: But all that I care for, And all that I know, Is that, without wherefore, I worship thee so. Through granite it breaketh A tree to the ray: As a dreamer forsaketh The grief of the day, My soul in its fever Escapes unto thee: O dream to the griever! O light to the tree! A twofold existence I am where thou art: Hark, hear in the distance The beat of my heart!
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