I Know That Thou Art Far Away

By James Nack

I know that thou art far away,
Yet in my own despite,
My still expectant glances stray
Inquiring for thy sight;
Though all too sure that thy sweet face
Shall bless no glance of mine;
At every time, in every place,
My eyes are seeking thine.

I hope -- how vain the hope I know --
That yet some blissful chance
May bring thee here, again to throw
Thy sweetness on my glance;
But my best love, where'er thou art,
Whate'er be my despair,
My eyes shall seek thee, and my heart
Shall love thee everywhere.