Song

I.

When another's voice thou hearest,
With a sad and gentle tone,
Let its sound but waken, dearest,
Memory of my love alone!
When in stranger lands thou meetest
Warm, true hearts, which welcome thee,
Let each friendly look thou greetest
Seem a message, Love, from me!

II.

When night's quiet sky is o'er thee,
When the pale stars dimly burn,
Dream that one is watching for thee,
Who but lives for thy return!
Wheresoe'er thy steps are roving,
Night or day, by land or sea,
Think of her, whose life of loving
Is but one long thought of thee!