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/ I. While sunset burns and stars are few, / And roses scent the fading light, / And like a slim urn, dripping dew, / A spirit carries through the night, / The pearl-pale moon hangs new, -- / I think of you, of you.
/ II. While waters flow, and soft winds woo / The golden-hearted bud with sighs; / And, like a flower an angel threw, / Out of the momentary skies / A star falls burning blue, -- / I dream of you, of you.
/ III. While love believes, and hearts are true, / So let me think, so let me dream; / The thought and dream so wedded to / Your face, that, far apart, I seem / To see each thing you do, / And be with you, with you.