In Absence

                    Ah, there shall never come 'twixt me and thee
                    Gross dissonances of the mile, the year;
                    But in the multichords of ecstasy
                    Our souls shall mingle, yet be featured clear,
                    And absence, wrought to intervals divine,
                    Shall part, yet link, thy nature's tone and mine.

                                                - Sidney Lanier