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The craftsman
Volume XXVII, Number 5 (February 1915)

Knapp, Ethel Marjorie
Absence,   p. 515 PDF (212.1 KB)


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ABSENCE
   He saw Paris with eyes that seemed to have dropped their scales.
It was very early and still wet. An old charwoman was sitting in
the entrance of a dairy shop, weeping for her only son.  Boylan
stopped. She was very poor and weak.
   "Come, Mother," he said, lifting her.
   She looked into his face in a way that rowelled the man.
   "Come on," he said softly. "We'll have breakfast, and you'll
tell me. I belong to the widows and fatherless, too."
   So they rocked away together.
                        ABSENCE
      YOU need send me no costly presents
          To remind me of you.
     Momently I am reminded.
I hear a snatch of a song.
Oh, it puts me into the mood I was in one tender
  September evening when you sang to me.
I hear no more of the song that is near,
Only your voice which is far away.
I catch an odor from a rose garden and remember all
  the sweet rosebuds you have fastened into my hair
  with kisses.
Everything beautiful speaks to me of you.
In everything, beautiful or no, I feel the essence of
  you, the strength of you, the broad humanity.
Weary, I lean upon you, Happy, I drink deep of-you,
  Ambitious, I work alongside you, Climbing the hills,
  I catch hold of your hand, my comrade, Loving, I
  kiss you fervently.
Thus am I with you in spirit
Until that moment of happiness
When I hold you close to my heart,
And know that, for a time at least,
No space can separate us.
                           ETHEL MARJORIE KNAPP.
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