She longs in light and dark
For the pleasures of his presence.
In sun - or moon and stars -
Her heart grows wild with yearning
As longing moves on reminiscence.
The past, in partial pictures,
Flares, with sudden light, to mind.
Where once the slow, soft grief
(her silent loneliness)
Was calm in caverns deep and blind
Now voices cry and cries
Ring out the pain of his going.
They shatter the treaty of silence.
They call out his name in vain,
And crumble the air with their moaning.
- Alexandra Pope
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