Poems (Linn)/When You are Far

by Edith Willis Linn

WHEN YOU ARE FAR.

WHEN you are far, sweet love,
  I know how dear you are;
I am beset with pain;
I feel I never told you well
All the deep love whose throb and swell
Sweep over me in vain,
  When you are far.

When you are far, dear love,
  I know how dear you are;
I sit and dream how I shall say
The loving thoughts that fill my mind;
The foolish fancies fond and kind
With which I dream the hours away,
  When you are far.

When you are far, my love,
  What grand resolves mine are!
But when you come, they kneel
With hidden face; and when
Your lips touch mine,—ah! then
I can but live the love I feel,
  When you are far.