What! keep a week away! Seven days and nights?
Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours,
More tedious than the dial eight score times?
O weary reckoning!
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
Though lost to sight, to memory dear
Thou ever wilt remain.
GEORGE LINLEY: _Song, Though Lost to Sight._
Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.
POPE: _Eloisa to A.,_ Line 361.
O last love! O first love!
My love with the true heart,
To think I have come to this your home,
And yet--we are apart!
JEAN INGELOW: _Sailing Beyond Seas._
'Tis said that absence conquers love;
But oh believe it not!
I've tried, alas! its power to prove,
But thou art not forgot.
FREDERICK W. THOMAS: _Absence Conquers Love._