I Love Him

I love him, I dream of him,
    I sing of him by day;
And all the night I hear him talk-
    And yet he's far away.

There's beauty in the morning,
    There's sweetness in the May,
There's music in the running stream;
    And yet he's far away.

I love him, I trust him;
    He trusteth me alway:
And so the time flies hopefully,
    Although he's far away.

                   ~Barry Cornwall