These empty and unhanded hours I
Spend almost void in order to see you
Are given value and importance by
The knowledge that you joy to see me too.
When I am travelling this far to see
The pure delight of you, I am twice cheered:
Once by the thought of how you will greet me,
The second by how very much endeared
You are to me, and therefore how I feel
When, having overcome the distance travelled,
I see your face, whose instant soft appeal
Makes all my toil seem to have unravelled
As if the trip were instant. When I'm there
Your present love becomes my only care.
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