'Tis said that absence conquers love; But oh! believe it not I've tried, alas! its power to prove, But thou art not forgot.

With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence--o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

There is one pain I often feel, which you will never know. It is caused by the absence of you.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.