Ah, happy air that, rough or soft, <br /> May kiss that face and stay; <br />And happy beams that from above <br /> May choose to her their way; <br />And happy flowers that now and then <br /> Touch lips more sweet than they! <br /> <br />But it were not so blest to be <br /> Or light or air or rose; <br />Those dainty fingers tear and toss <br /> The bloom that in them glows; <br />And come or go, both wind and ray <br /> She heeds not, if she knows. <br /> <br />But if I come thy choice should be <br /> Either to love or not -- <br />For if I might I would not kiss <br /> And then be all forgot; <br />And it were best thy love to lose <br /> If love self-scorn begot.<br /><br />Thomas William Heney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/absence-9/
