When you are with me I put by the world <br />In having you. When I can hear and see you, <br />All else is dark and dumb; or is it, Sweet, <br />You then are all, and I the dreamer know <br />No life but yours? But when that you are gone, <br />All things do image you, they do live then <br />For me, and in a thousand lights and shadows <br />A thousand voices echo you, until <br />Your presence dumbs and darkens them again: <br />Love has so made you, dearest, one with all <br />In and without me.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-mesmerism/
