Frederick William (FW) Harvey
On Where's the use to write ?
What can I tell you, dear ?
Just that I want you so
Who are not near.
Just that I miss the lamp whose blessed light
Was God's own moon to shine upon my night,
And newly mourn each new day's lost delight
Just — oh, it will not ease my pain —
That I am lonely
Until I see you once again,
You — you only.
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