| When Sol illumes the eastern sky, |
| And night's dank vapours mount on high, |
| And dew on leaves like pearls doth lie, |
| I think of thee. |
| 5 When noon-day's glowing fervid beam |
| Is imaged in the sparkling stream, |
| In pensive mood I waking dream, |
| And think of thee. |
| When evening comes with cooling breeze, |
| 10 That sends its murmurs through the trees |
| In sighs that each with mine agrees, |
| I think of thee. |
| When twilight wears her dusky veil, |
| And perfumes float upon the gale, |
| 15 And Philomel's sad notes bewail, |
| I think of thee. |
| And when the moon with silver light |
| Illumes the starry vault of night, |
| Shedding around a radiance bright, |
| 20 I think of thee. |
| In vain I court thee, balmy sleep, |
| For nightly vigils still I keep, |
| And through the long hours wake and weep, |
| And think of thee. |
| 25 For day's bright sun or midnight's gloom |
| Can never pierce the dreary tomb, |
| Where all my hopes have found their doom |
| In death with thee. |
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