Out of Sight

Out of thy sight—away from thy lips' smiling—
  Out of thy sight—away from thy pure eyes
I spend the weary moments in reviling 
  The fate that ruleth all men's destinies
Whereby we two—being one—are far apart 
Whereby we two—being one—are two indeed 
When longing heart calls out to longing heart
  And hands outstretched help not each lover's need—
Out of thy sight—what good is it complaining?—
  Since neither sees the other where we stand— 
  Surely the sunshine cometh after raining,
And after tempest—peace is in the land; 
The Gods are not so hard they shall deny
  Some recompense  for sorrow—bye and bye.