Give the gift of your absence to those who do not appreciate your presence.
Distance – the only thing the rich are willing for the poor to call theirs, and keep.
She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.
Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part? It may be for years and it may be forever; Oh why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
Ever absent, ever near; Still I see thee, still I hear; Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!
Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well.
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.
When we two parted in silence and tears, Half broken-hearted to sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold sorrow to this!
The logs of wood which move down the river together Are driven apart by every wave. Such inevitable parting Should not be the cause of misery.
Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!