To My Absent Wife Poem by Alfred Gibbs Campbell

My dear, true wife,
Life of my life,
And my heart's solace only,
Thou knowest not
How drear my lot
Without thee, and how lonely!


Yet well I know,
Come weal or woe,
Thy heart is mine forever:
Though far apart
From me thou art,
Our true souls naught can sever!


What though the pall
Of sorrow fall,
And shroud all things in sadness,
Love's holy light
Shall banish night,
And change the gloom to gladness!


Love cannot die!
'Tis Deity!
'Tis bliss, pure, bright, supernal;
Though worlds shall fall
To ruin, - all,
Yes, all of Love 's eternal!