How cruel is love to lovers held apart,
Though they recline beneath the self same moon;
Sad tears now stayed from whence they did depart,
While aching in their hearts soft sings a tune.
Love knows not time or distance—yet restrains
The greatest joy unto propinquity;
Though metered not in miles, such miles contain
Full measures of a lone heart’s misery.
True love can mollify both space and time,
Where lesser love may find a bridge too far;
For some, such absence borders upon crime—
Yet to the staunch, dims not that steadfast star.
From clouds appears the moon—ah, she does smile,
So salving pained partition for a while.

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