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Friday, 12 December 2014

‘Tis Said That Absence Conquers Love by Frederick William Thomas

‘Tis said that absence conquers love!
But, oh! believe it not;
I’ve tried, alas! its power to prove,
But thou art not forgot.
Lady, though fate has bid us part,
Yet still thou art as dear —-
As fixed in this devoted heart
As when I clasp’d thee here.

I plunge into the busy crowd,
And smile to hear thy name;
And yet, as if I thought aloud,
They know me still the same;
And when the wine-cup passes round,
I toast some other Fair;—-
But when I ask my heart the sound,
Thy name is echoed there.

And when some other name I learn,
And try to whisper love,
Still will my heart to thee return,
Like the returning dove.
In vain! I never can forget,
And would not be forgot;
For I must bear the same regret,
Whate’er may be my lot.

E’en as the wounded bird will seek
Its favorite bower to die,
So, Lady! I would hear thee speak,
And yield my parting sigh.
‘Tis said that absence conquers love!
But, oh! believe it not;
I’ve tried, alas! its power to prove,
But thou art not forgot.

From: http://myweb.wvnet.edu/~jelkins/lp-2001/thomas_frederick.html

Date: 1831

By: Frederick William Thomas (1806-1866)