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In Absence. (Moods Of Love.)

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My love for thee is like a winged seed         Blown from the heart of thy rare beauty's flower,         And deftly guided by some breezy power     To fall and rest, where I should never heed,     In deepest caves of memory. There, indeed,         With virtue rife of many a sunny hoar, -         Ev'n making cold neglect and darkness dower     Its roots with life, - swiftly it 'gan to breed,     Till now wide-branching tendrils it outspreads         Like circling arms, to prison its own prison,     Fretting the walls with blooms by myriads,         And blazoning in my brain full summer-season:     Thy face, whose dearness presence had not taught.     In absence multiplies, and fills all thought.

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