Song: Soul’s joy, now I am gone

Soul’s joy, now I am gone,
        And you alone,
        —Which cannot be,
Since I must leave myself with thee,
    And carry thee with me—
    Yet when unto our eyes
        Absence denies
        Each other’s sight,
And makes to us a constant night,
  When others change to light;
        O give no way to grief,
        But let belief
          Of mutual love
        This wonder to the vulgar prove,
          Our bodies, not we move.

Let not thy wit beweep
        Words but sense deep;
        For when we miss
By distance our hope’s joining bliss,
    Even then our souls shall kiss;
    Fools have no means to meet,
        But by their feet;
        Why should our clay
Over our spirits so much sway,
  To tie us to that way?
        O give no way to grief, &c.