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The thought of thee is like a swinging tune, / A little swinging tune I seem to hear; / The thought of thee is like the breeze of June / Blowing across the winter of the year!
The thought of thee is like a golden star / Set all alone within the midnight blue; -- / A heaven-lit candle shining from afar / Upon the road that we are passing through.
The thought of thee is like the woods in spring, / With silver-grey and silver-green o'erset; / The thought of thee is what the four winds bring / Over the banks of wild-blown mignonette.
And all the music of the twilight sea, / Echoes thy voice in tender undertone; / The sea-gulls seem but grey-winged thoughts of thee, / Caught on the salted wing and homeward blown!
God keeps the secret of His heaven well, -- / But Azrael finds its gates, where'er they be; / And from the earth, to fields of Asphodel, / I build a bridge of dreams, and cross to thee.