Poems (Schiller)/Thoughts of thee
THOUGHTS OF THEEInscribed to T. J. E.
When twilight hours are fading In deeper shades of night,Where stars o'er earth are shedding Soft rays of silver light,My thoughts afar are wandering, Beyond the mountains high,That proudly stretch their lofty peaks Toward yonder western sky.
When o'er the earth are breaking The gentle morning hours,And birds are sweetly singing Amid their leafy bowers,Again my thoughts on waking Fly, darling, right to thee,Away across the mountains Where I would gladly be.Autumn, 1866.