T. T.Across the waves - away and far.My spirit turns to thee;I love thee as I love a star.The brightest where a thousand areSadly and silently;With love sustained by hopes or fears.Too deep for words, too pure for tears.My heart is tutored not to weep;Calm, like the calm of evenWhere grief lies hushed, but not asleep,Hallows the hours I love to keepFor only thee and heaven.Too far and fair to aid the birthOf thoughts that have a taint of earth.But I may not. I dare not weep.Lest the vision pass away.And the vigils that I love to keepBe broken up by the fevered sleepThat leaves me - with the dayLike one who has traveled far to the spotWhere his home should be - and finds it not.Yet then like the incense of many flowers.Rise pleasant thoughts to me;For I know, from thy dwelling in eastern sowessThat thy spirit has come in those silent hoursTo meet one over the sea;And I feel in my soul the fadeless truth.Of her whom I loved in early youth.
Original diary dimensions: 9.5 x 14 cm.
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