Classic Poem

Absence is full of song of you which dies
When I, once more, look down within your eyes:
I know not why—not one least syllable
Reaches your ears, from all I long to tell!

Let it be so! For, in your silence I
Perceive you spellbound, too; and therein read
All absent lovely words you ever sigh—
The selfsame words that fail me in my need.