Poems (Baldwyn)/Oh, then I think of thee
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OH, THEN I THINK OF THEE.
When the sun rises o'er the trees,
And nature from her sleep awakes,
And not a sound but the cool breeze
The deep, the soothing silence breaks,
Oh, then I think of thee!
And nature from her sleep awakes,
And not a sound but the cool breeze
The deep, the soothing silence breaks,
Oh, then I think of thee!
When that glorious orb is sinking
In the glowing beauteous west,
By our willow-tree I'm thinking
Of thee, my own friend, dearest, best;
Oh, then I think of thee!
In the glowing beauteous west,
By our willow-tree I'm thinking
Of thee, my own friend, dearest, best;
Oh, then I think of thee!
At the sweet hour of evening's close,
When the moon's rising in the sky,
And all is sunk in deep repose,
Except the wind's low pensive sigh,
Oh, then I think of thee!
When the moon's rising in the sky,
And all is sunk in deep repose,
Except the wind's low pensive sigh,
Oh, then I think of thee!
And in the tranquil hours of night,
When not a sound or breath is giv'n,
When softly beams the moon's pale light,
My pray'r for thee ascends to heav'n;
Oh, then I think of thee!
When not a sound or breath is giv'n,
When softly beams the moon's pale light,
My pray'r for thee ascends to heav'n;
Oh, then I think of thee!