Since we through war awhile must part Sweetheart, and learn to lose Daily use Of all that satisfied our heart: Lay up those secrets and those powers Wherewith you pleased and cherished me these two years: Now we must draw, as plants would, On tubers stored in a better season, Our honey and heaven; Only our love can store such food. Is this to make a god of absence? A new-born monster to steal our sustenance? We cannot quite cast out lack and pain. Let him remain-what he may devour We can well spare: He never can tap this, the true vein. I have no words to tell you what you were, But when you are sad, think, Heaven could give no more.
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