I DREAM OF THEE
... I DREAM of Thee, my absent one, Through the long. lonely night, Though from my waking vision gone, Still seen by Memory's light; As in her own voice echoing sweet, The Nightingale may deem She hears her lost Love oft repeat Affection's fondest theme So to my Fancy will return Those tones so dear to me, When passion on thy lips would burn Oh! thus I dream of Thee! I dream of Thee amid the walk ...