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

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

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

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

Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler,
And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.

Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler,
And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.

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

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

I dote on his very absence.

I dote on his very absence.

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?

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!

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.

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.