Love's Reminiscences

I THINK on thee

"When through the vale

Is thrilling the wail

Of the sweet and mateless nightingale,

Then, love, I think on thee:

When thinkest thou on me?

I think on thee
Where the ruin is grey,
Where the moon's faint ray
Over urns and mounds is wont to play-
There, love, I thyik on thee;
Where thinkest thou on me?

I think on thee

With tremblings and fears,

And fast-falling tears,

And sleepless emotions that pierce me like spears —

Ah! thus I think on thee:

How thinkest thou on me?

Oh! think on me

Till above yon star,

That burneth afar,

Where Virtue and Innocence only are,

One day I meet with thee;

Oh! think till then on me!