(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

Distance

Were you to cross the world, my dear,
To work or love or fight,
I could be calm and wistful here,
And close my eyes at night.

It were a sweet and gallant pain
To be a sea apart;
But, oh, to have you down the lane
Is bitter to my heart.

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Comments (4)

It's hard to put words to how deeply sad this feels.
So creatively written and with a lot of classy style, so smooth.
very nice..that how dream is always better than reality
I love this one! it really has a lot of meaning to it! ;)