With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, read more

With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!

The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.

The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.

Oft in the tranquil hour of night,
When stars illume the sky,
I gaze upon each orb read more

Oft in the tranquil hour of night,
When stars illume the sky,
I gaze upon each orb of light,
And wish that thou wert by.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a read more

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.

For there's nae luck about the house;
There's nae luck at aw;
There's little pleasure in the read more

For there's nae luck about the house;
There's nae luck at aw;
There's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman's awa.
- William Julius Mickle,

Absence, that common cure of love.

Absence, that common cure of love.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.

Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.

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.