Absence
Dublin Core
Title
Absence
Description
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder"
As we will, the sweet face haunts us
One who knew has wisely said,
Since it gives us time to ponderOver love, though living, dead!
As we will, the sweet face haunts us
And the voice we love is heard,
Though the accent pains and taunts usWith a deathless hope deferred.
Lives but in our constant breast,
Would that be, forsooth, to wrong herWho had cursed what she had blessed?
Prone to crush the tender flower,
Given her by gracious NatureAs the plaything of an hour.
Creator
T. Thomas Fortune
Source
4:4, p. 2
Date
1890.10.18
Collection
Citation
T. Thomas Fortune, “Absence,” Periodical Poets, accessed October 18, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/492.
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