ABSENT from thee, beloved, I am pent In utter solitude, where'er I be; My wonted pleasures give me small content Wanting the highest, -- to be shared by thee. Reading, -- I deem I misemploy my eyes, Save in the sweet perusal of thine own; Talking, -- I mind me, with enamoured sighs, What finer use my moving lips have known When (as some kind orchestral instrument Takes up the note the singer failed to reach) Uncounted kisses rapturously lent The finished meaning to my halting speech; Remembering this, I fondly yearn for thee, And cry, "O Time! haste! bring my love to me!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE VAGABOND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE GOOD-BY AND KEEP COLD by ROBERT FROST SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 3. BY HER AUNT'S GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY THE CHURCH-PORCH by GEORGE HERBERT ON THE BUILDING OF SPRINGFIELD by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |