Dear heart, believe I think of you
When evening grey shuts out the blue;
In the slow hours of middle night,
And when the lances of the light
First thrust the mists of darkness through.
Nought can the days of absence do,
When faith is strong and hearts are true,
To blur with change affection's might,
Dear heart, believe.
If sullen death between us drew
The veil that bars from earthly view
The much loved face, the clearer sight
Would still discern in death's despite.
Beyond the veil can love pursue,
Dear heart, believe.
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I feel the non-rhyme of the abrupt 'believe' sets well in this piece, the rhyming is quite excellent I feel, it as well sets a tone, placement of heart and soul, opposites on end, etc., but the abruptness of 'believe' holds a certain hallow (I mean 'hallow' in the sense of declaring itself; do not mean anything religious or 'holy') effect, I feel.
A great piece that Adams has written here.
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