  When starlight blends with morning's hue, I miss thee as the flower the dew! When noonday's length'ning shadows flee, I think of thee, I think of thee! With evening, memories reappear— I watch thy chair, and wish thee here; Till sleep sets drooping fancy free To dream of thee, to dream of thee! Since first we met, in weal or woe It hath been thus; and must be so Till bursting bonds our spirits part And Love divine doth fill my heart. Written many years ago. |
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