Love's Solicitude

Where art thou at this moment, love? — what doing,
What saying, thinking? — Dost thou think of me?
Hast thou no care for my hard agony,
Though care for thee still houndeth me, renewing

My pain, and all my heart with love subduing? —
Absent, I hear thee speak, and speak to thee.
Thy form so present in my mind I see,
No thought can harbor there of other wooing.

I hold thine eyes, thy beauty, and thy grace
Engraven on my heart — and every place
Where'er I saw thee dance, laugh, speak, or move.

I hold thee mine, though I am not mine own;
I live and breathe in thee, in thee alone,
Light of mine eyes, blood of my veins, my love.