Classic Poem

I think of thee
As night's soft, filmy veil is drawn aside
And sunbeams ope day's crimson portals wide;
In fancy thy fair form is by my side,
Thy smile is beaming bright, clear as the light,
Thy face is ever near at early morn.

I think of thee
When Sol has bathed the earth with golden rays,
Winning from feather'd choirs their songs of praise;
Oh, light is labour,—swiftly pass the days;
With me thou dost abide, tho' seas divide;
Thinking of thee the hours glide smoothly on.

I think of thee
When purple shadows creep from out the West,
And flooding hills and vales, Sol sinks to rest
As falls a weary child on mother's breast;
O'er rippling sea thy voice comes back to me
Through the sweet stillness of calm eventide.