That hides the vision from my view away!
Alas! the whole has faded,
And sober Truth has shaded
The radiance of shapes and hues ideal;
Yet, in that loveliest face,
My wakened mind can trace
How perfect a resemblance to the real!
“I’LL THINK OF THEE, LOVE!”
I’ll think of thee, love, when the landscape is still,
And the soft mist is floating from valley and hill;