Poem No 14

Poem No 14

I

My thoughts my dreams are all of thee

Though absent still thou seemest near,

Thine image everywhere I see--

Thy voice in every gale I hear.

II

When softly o'er the evening sky,

The stars seem twinkling one by one,

The star of eve arrests my eye,

As if it hit the sky alone.

III

So like its tranquil lustre seems

The light of that soft eye of thine--

The star of hope, whose cheering beams

Upon my heart so sweetly shine.

IV

The lake, whose placid waters be

Calm and unruffled by the wind

Gives a fair image to mine eye

Of thy serenely pensive mind.

V

The streams that wander glad and free

And make sweet music as they flow

Remind me of thine hours of glee--

Thy playful arts to banish woe.

VI

The soul is imaged by the hills,

That stand unshaken by the blast;

And hence the hope my bosom fills,

Thou wilt be constant to the last.

VII

Whate'er in this fair earth I see

'Mong Nature's form thats' pure and bright

Reminds me ever, love, of thee

And brings thine image to my sight.

Poem no: 14