To you, dear, distance is no barrier
Your name still throb in the heart of my mind,
Western nights roll you, in a carrier
T'wards my home-stead with the gentlest of wind.
O, thoughts of you are reckon numberless,
Starry and great: a deep-delv'd wanted yoke;
Sighting you in my time of drowsiness
Whence placid Sleep beckons her leaden-stroke.
'Tis not the rich melody in your voice
Nor the fluffy 'glantine strides of your feet
Whilst they stroll'd around the path in mute-noise
Nay, 'tis not a part of you that entreat.
'Tis, the parallel wholesome of your being,
Is this love or an affectionate thing?
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