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POEMS.
Oh! of all sweet lives,
Who can tell how sweet
Is the life which one name
In refrain doth repeat?
Who can tell how sweet
Is the life which one name
In refrain doth repeat?
TO AN ABSENT LOVER.
HAT so much change should come when thou dost go,Is mystery that I cannot ravel quite.
The very house seems dark as when the light
Of lamps goes out. Each wonted thing doth grow
So altered, that I wander to and fro
Bewildered by the most familiar sight,
And feel like one who rouses in the night
From dream of ecstasy, and cannot know
At first if he be sleeping or awake.
My foolish heart so foolish for thy sake
Hath grown, dear one!
Teach me to be more wise.
I blush for all my foolishness doth lack;
I fear to seem a coward in thine eyes.
Teach me, dear one,—but first thou must come back!
