 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
AT NIGHT WHEN ALL IN SLEEP ARE STILL
At night when all in sleep are still
Save the heart that knows not glee,
And the wild sad notes of whippoorwill
Are echoed from tree to tree
When in her silvery loveliness
The queen of yon azure sea
Looks down on this world of grief and bliss,
I think of thee
Dearest I think of thee.
Save the heart that knows not glee,
And the wild sad notes of whippoorwill
Are echoed from tree to tree
When in her silvery loveliness
The queen of yon azure sea
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I think of thee
Dearest I think of thee.
At noon when the busy tide of life
Is flowing uncheck'd and free
And sounds of woe and joy and strife
Mingle discordantly,
And sights that gladden aye the heart
Are present to the e'e,
Or to the soul a gloom impart,
I think of thee,
At all hours my thoughts are of thee.
Is flowing uncheck'd and free
And sounds of woe and joy and strife
Mingle discordantly,
And sights that gladden aye the heart
Are present to the e'e,
Or to the soul a gloom impart,
I think of thee,
At all hours my thoughts are of thee.
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