Thomas William Heney

(1862 - 1928 / Australia)

Absence


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.

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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