| 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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