I Love Him
I love him, I dream of him,
I sing of him by day;
And all the night I hear him talk-
And yet he's far away.
There's beauty in the morning,
There's sweetness in the
May,
There's music in the running stream;
And yet he's far away.
I love him, I trust him;
He trusteth me alway:
And so the time flies hopefully,
Although he's far away.
~Barry Cornwall
