A Poem by William Shakespeare (1546 - 1616) - Absence
A Poem by William Shakespeare (1546 - 1616) - Absence
Absence
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend
Nor services to do, till you require:
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end-hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu:
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those;-
So true a fool is Love, that in your will
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
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