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It is not, Dear, because I am alone, / I am lonelier when the rest are near, / But that my place against your heart has grown / Too dear to dream of when you are not here.
I weep because my thoughts no more may roam / To meet, half-way, your longing thoughts of me, / To turn with these and spread glad wings for home, / For the dear haven where I fain would be.
When first we loved, I loved to steal away / To show to solitude what love could do, / To fill the waste space of the night and day / With thousand-wingèd dreams that flew to you; / But now through many tears I am grown wise / To know how mighty and how dear love is; / I dare not turn to him my longing eyes, / Nor even in dreams lean out my face to his,
Because, if once I let my caged heart go / Through dreams to seek you, I should follow too / Through wrong and right, through wisdom and through woe, / Through heaven and hell, until I won to you!