WHEN my love was away, <br />Full three days were not sped, <br />I caught my fancy astray <br />Thinking if she were dead, <br /> <br />And I alone, alone: <br />It seem'd in my misery <br />In all the world was none <br />Ever so lone as I. <br /> <br />I wept; but it did not shame <br />Nor comfort my heart: away <br />I rode as I might, and came <br />To my love at close of day. <br /> <br />The sight of her still'd my fears, <br />My fairest-hearted love: <br />And yet in her eyes were tears: <br />Which when I question'd of, <br /> <br />'O now thou art come,' she cried, <br />''Tis fled: but I thought to-day <br />I never could here abide, <br />If thou wert longer away.'<br /><br />Robert Bridges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/absence-12/
