Oh, Think of Me!
Oh, think of me, my own beloved, Whatever cares beset thee! And when thou hast the falsehood proved, Of those with smiles who met thee-- While o'er the sea, think, love, of me, Who never can forget thee; Let memory trace the trysting-place, Where I with tears regret thee. Bright as you star, within my mind, A hand unseen hath set thee; There hath thine image been enshrined, Since first, dear love, I met thee; So in thy breast I fain would rest, If, haply, fate would let me-- And live or die, so thou wert nigh, To love or to regret me!
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