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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
I. To Constance, in Absence
By George Powell Thomas
THOU 1 art not here! And ere we meet again,
  Long years may pass away, and even thou,
  My fair young bride,—some shadows on thy brow,
  The tokens some of time and some of pain,
May, ere that hour, have stolen in, to stain        5
  The fairest face that e’er won lover’s vow.—
  What matter? Be thy heart as it is now;
  Let that its freshness, beauty, truth retain,
And something of its own sweet power to adorn
  Whate’er it loves, with such divinest light        10
  As hovers o’er the mountain-top at morn,
Yet makes the poorest blossom heavenly bright:
  Blest in those arms from which I now am torn,
  I shall note nothing, then, of time or blight.
Note 1. “Poems by George Powell Thomas, Captain Bengal Army, Author of ‘Views of Simla.’” [back]

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