I hear your voice in wavelets of the sea,
In soft winds Southern Lullaby,
The night is full of radiant dreams of thee,
Though sundered far, sweetheart and I,
In absence drear.
I see your eyes in night’s gay lamps ashine,
My sad heart sings of brighter days to be,
I hear you whispering “ I am Thine,”
I know you long for me
In absence, dear.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
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