Poems (Dodd)/I think not of Thee
I THINK NOT OF THEE.
I think not of thee when the morning bright,Is flushing the sky with its rosy light;But when the moon silvers the restless sea,And the waves are chiming their melody, Then do I think of thee.
I think not of thee in the lighted hall,Where gladness is weaving a spell for all;But when through my lattice night's star-eyes gleam,And love returns to its sorrowing dream, Then do I think of thee.
I think not of thee while amid the crowd,When the wine flows free and the song is loud;Thy memory comes with a gentle power,To subdue my soul at soft twilight's hour; Then do I think of thee.
When I meet the world with a heart of care,No thought of thy pure love is mingled there;But when the farewell light of fading day,Is passing as passed thy spirit away, Then do I think of thee.
I think not of thee when the summer fair,Is twining gay wreaths in her golden hair;But when faded leaves are falling around,And the wind goes by with a wailing sound, Then do I think of thee.