Absence
Born 11/1862
Ah, happy air that, rough or soft,
May kiss that face and stay;
And happy beams that from above
May choose to her their way;
And happy flowers that now and then
Touch lips more sweet than they!
But it were not so blest to be
Or light or air or rose;
Those dainty fingers tear and toss
The bloom that in them glows;
And come or go, both wind and ray
She heeds not, if she knows.
But if I come thy choice should be
Either to love or not --
For if I might I would not kiss
And then be all forgot;
And it were best thy love to lose
If love self-scorn begot.
DayPoems Poem No. 907
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/907.html">Absence by Thomas William Heney</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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