Classic Poem

Were I with you or you with me
My love, how happy should we be.
Day after day it is sad cheer
To have you there, while I am here.

My darling's face I cannot see,
My darling's voice is mute for me,
My fingers vainly seek the hair
Of her that is not here, but there.

In a strange land to her unknown
I sit and think of her alone,
And in that happy chamber where
We sat, she sits, nor has me there.

Yet still the happy thought recurs
That she is mine, as I am hers,
That she is there, as I am here,
And loves me, whether far or near.

The mere assurance that she lives
And loves me, full contentment gives;
I need not doubt, despond, nor fear
For , she is there and I am here.