How should not absence from thy presence change me,
since in thy presence all my future is,
and in my absence all that does estrange me
from that, and binds me to past miseries.
I, like a shadow, when the lighted candle
is snuffed, into a little pool of black
shrink in a second, but if you rekindle
your flame, then on the instant I am back.
O my bright candle! since it is your virtue
and use to shine, and set your shadow moving,
shine! well assured that naught in him can hurt you,
and least his small and ghostly way of loving.
Ghosts with God’s word are laid, but mine with less
who only needs for that a woman’s ‘Yes.’