I THOUGHT OF THEE.
I
I thought of thee, when o'er the sea
My vessel flew before the wind,
Though mem'ry brought no trace of aught,
Save chilling frowns and words unkind!
Too well, I knew my last adieu
Had caused no sad regret for me;
Yet when the shore was seen no more,
I thought of thee—I thought of thee!
II
I thought of thee, when over me
Unheeded blew the wintry blast,
My fancy roved to scenes I loved,
In happy years for ever past.
While others slept, I often wept,
And gazed upon the dreary sea;
And all the night, till dawning light,
I thought of thee—I thought of thee!
