It would be common to express my heart
In jealousy of every other care
That presses on my love while we're apart;
And double double when I could be there.
If not, I should pretend I'm unaware
Of any reason that she would not be
With me by choice, except for work and prayer,
Those harsh taskmasters - or utility
She might have found absenting her from me.
Or I could claim she's parted from me by
Dark fate, whose clouds enshroud us equally
In separation, and lets lightning fly
Into my heart; but rather, I'll admit
I know wherefore she's gone - and value it.
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