What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
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What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent read more

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.

The absent are like children, helpless to defend themselves.

The absent are like children, helpless to defend themselves.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

Sometimes I need what only you can provide -- your absence.

Sometimes I need what only you can provide -- your absence.

When a man is out of sight, it is not too long before he is out of mind.

When a man is out of sight, it is not too long before he is out of mind.

'Presents,' I often say, 'endear absents.'

'Presents,' I often say, 'endear absents.'

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
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How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!