Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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THEN THINK OF ME! |
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THEN THINK OF ME!
When shines the morning fair and free,
O'er all the earth and sky;
Then, loved One, think, oh! think of me,
And give that thought, one sigh!
O'er all the earth and sky;
Then, loved One, think, oh! think of me,
And give that thought, one sigh!
Think of me when the fuller hour,
Of mid-moon's ripened sway,
Bends to the earth each languid flower,
Think of me then I pray.
Of mid-moon's ripened sway,
Bends to the earth each languid flower,
Think of me then I pray.
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And when the soft sweet evening dews—
Bring back their freshness, flown,
And all the beauty of their hues—
Think of me then—mine own!
Bring back their freshness, flown,
And all the beauty of their hues—
Think of me then—mine own!
Think of me too when moonlight sleeps,
Along the enchanted sea!
And glorifies the silenced deeps—
Then, then, love, think of me.
Along the enchanted sea!
And glorifies the silenced deeps—
Then, then, love, think of me.
Think of me when thou dwell'st apart,
Then most such thoughts have power—
Think of me when alone thou art,
Through many a dreamy hour!
Then most such thoughts have power—
Think of me when alone thou art,
Through many a dreamy hour!
And when amongst the hurrying crowd,
In the abodes of men,
When all is restless, glaring, loud!—
Think of me then,—e'en then!
In the abodes of men,
When all is restless, glaring, loud!—
Think of me then,—e'en then!
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And when mid Nature's haunts thou stray'st,
And hail'st her richest stores;
Or mid arts glorious works delayest,
Which man's full soul adores;—
And hail'st her richest stores;
Or mid arts glorious works delayest,
Which man's full soul adores;—
Think of me—still! yet, oh!—how vain—
To say—think thus—or there—
Think of me o'er and o'er again—
Ever—and everywhere.
To say—think thus—or there—
Think of me o'er and o'er again—
Ever—and everywhere.
Think of me as I do of thee,
Morn, evening, noon, and night—
In crowds—apart—be near to me,
From the strong memory bright!
Morn, evening, noon, and night—
In crowds—apart—be near to me,
From the strong memory bright!
Think of me, as I do of thee,
Long—deeply—well—until
Thy soul thyself appears to be—
That one thought-sovereign still!—
Long—deeply—well—until
Thy soul thyself appears to be—
That one thought-sovereign still!—
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Think of me—of nought else but me,
Who still, where'er I move,
Am but one impassioned memory
Of thee, and joy, and love!
Who still, where'er I move,
Am but one impassioned memory
Of thee, and joy, and love!
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