James Nack

Jan 4, 1809 - 1879


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.


The Romance Of The Ring, And Other Poems.
Copyright 1859
Delisser & Procter, 508 Broadway, New York