In Absence

To others let the sunbeams fly, —
Those smiles that dazzle, fade, and die, —
But give to me one ling'ring sigh,
As when you cast the roses by;
For then full surely I shall know
You were not glad that I should go,
But sometimes, in your heart, deplore
That we, on earth, must meet no more.
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