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Literary Gazette, 19th October, 1822, Pages 664
SONGS ON ABSENCE.
My heart is with thee, Iove! though now
Thou'rt far away from me:
I envy even my own thoughts,
For they may fly to thee.
I dream of thee, and wake and weep
So sweet a dream should fly;
I pray the winds to bear thee, Love!
An echo of my sigh.
I look upon thy pictured face,
And to thy semblance say
The gentle things I'd say to thee
If thou wert not away.
I let no other share my grief,
Lest they should feel the same;
I'm jealous that another's lip
Should only breathe thy name.
I nurse my silent thoughts of thee,
As misers hoard their gold,
Or as words of some powerful spell,
Too sacred to be told.
I read once of a magic glass
An Eastern Fairy made;
All that was present to the thought
Was in that glass pourtrayed.
In one thing changed, how I do wish
The magic mirror mine:
All shapes were imaged there, but I
Would only wish for thine!
