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Thou shalt think of me when the stars are weeping
Their tears of light;
Thou shalt think of me when the stars are keeping
Their watch at night;
Thou shalt think of me when summer flowers
In autumn fade;
When sinks the glory of noon-tide hours
In twilight shade;
When the waves round some fragile bark are breaking
Alone at sea;
Or when from your saddest dream awaking,
Then think of me.
But I will think of thee at the dawning
Of the daylight's star,
When slowly comes forth the beauty of morning,
Like joy from afar.
I will think of thee when over the ocean
Some tall ship rides,
Stately and swift a spirit of motion,
Breasting the tides;
And when they are telling some ancient story
Of chivalry,
Of some proud one who died in his fulness of glory,
I'll think of thee;
But of me thou shalt think with sorrow,
Though light it be,
But a night that knows no morrow
Has closed o'er me.
