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Poems (Sherwin)/To the absent one

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4524342Poems — To the absent oneElizabeth Sherwin
TO THE ABSENT ONE.
I miss thee when the kindling east
Is flecked at early dawn with red;
And earth seems all a dreary waste,
For joy from my sad heart hath fled.

I miss thee when the glowing day
Hath shed her light on hill and glen,
And when I feel its genial ray,
How much, dear child, I miss thee then.

I miss thee in the twilight shade,
When wandering through the meadow fair,
And breathe thy name through every glade,
But all in vain—thou art not there.