WAKE, do you wake in the dark in the strange far place, <br />Window and door not set like the ones we knew, <br />Leaning your face through the dark for another face, <br />Stretching your arms to the arms that are far from you, <br />Even as I, through the depth of this darkness, do? <br /> <br />Sleep, do you sleep in the house in the lonely land? <br />In the lonely room do you hear no steps draw near? <br />Do you miss in the darkness the hand that implores your hand, <br />See through the darkness your last dream disappear, <br />And weep, as I weep, in the outer darkness here? <br /> <br />Dream, do you dream? Nay, never a dream will stay, <br />Never a phantom is fond, or a vision kind. <br />Your dreams elude you and fly through the dark my way, <br />My dreams fly forth to you whom they may not find; <br />And we in the darkness weep, we weep and are left behind.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-absence-2/
