I Think of Thee.

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I love to roam at night
By the deep sea,
When the pale moon is bright,
And think of thee:
And as the beacon's light
Gleams o'er the sea,
Shedding its guardian light,
I think of thee.

When o'er some flow'ry ground
Night winds breathe free,
Wafting fresh fragrance round,
I think of thee!
Then, if some trembling star,
Beaming I see,
Brighter than others far! —
I think of thee.

Though love by fate forbid
Thou art to me,
Yet, like a treasure hid,
I think of thee:
And though thy plighted kiss
Mine ne'er can be,
Next to the secret bliss
To think of thee!