I shall not come when thou wilt call,
        For when thou call'st I am with the
        When I think of thee, within me
Thyself art, and thy thought self’s al
Thy presence is thy absence drest
        In thy body that hides thy sou
Tis in me that thou art possessed,
        'Tis in my thoughts that thou art whol
Outside thee, given to time and space,
        Thy body, thy mere loss to me,
Partakes of change and age and place?
        Belongs to other laws than the
In my dream of thee nothing changes
        Thyself to other than thou ar
        Thy corporal presence is that part
Of thee that thee from thee estrange
Therefore call me, but await no
        Thy voice, summed to my dreaming thee,
Shall put new beauty on that thought
        Of thy body that dwells in m
Thy voice heard from afar shall bring
        Nearer to me thy presence dreame
        Brighter and clearer than it seemed
It grow'th in my imaginin
Then call no mor Thy voice twice heard
        Along the real space would be
        Too near now to realit
Thy second voice were thy first blurre
Call me but onc I close mine eyes
        And let the second call be dreamed,
        Thy body's vision lightly gleamed
On my seeing memory of thy crie
The rest, eyes shut lest thou appea
        Shall be thy clear continuance
        In my dream's constancy askanc
Keep far, keep silent, come not here,