When you are with me I put by the world br In having you. When I can hear and see you, br All else is dark and dumb; or is it, Sweet, br You then are all, and I the dreamer know br No life but yours? But when that you are gone, br All things do image you, they do live then br For me, and in a thousand lights and shadows br A thousand voices echo you, until br Your presence dumbs and darkens them again: br Love has so made you, dearest, one with all br In and without me.