I think of thee
When from yon tree
Nightingales render
Their love-notes tender:
When think'st thou of me?

I think of thee
When bright hours be
To twilight faded,
By fountain shaded:
Where think'st thou of me?

I think of thee
(Sweet agony)
With tender yearning
And tears so burning:
How think'st thou of me?

Oh think of me
Till joined are we
Brighter stars under:
Though far asunder
I think but of thee.