This appears as a poem in Munsey's Magazine, Vol. 15, No. 6 (New York: Frank A. Munsey, Sept, 1896), page 712. Only one word is different from the version Joe Offer posted above.


ABSENT
Catherine Young Glen

Sometimes, between long shadows on the grass,
The little truant waves of sunlight pass.
My eyes grow dim with tenderness the while,
Thinking I see thee smile!

And sometimes, in the twilight gloom apart,
The tall trees whisper, whisper, heart to heart,
From my fond lips the eager answers fall,
Thinking I hear thee call!