My thoughts of thee too sacred are
For daylight’s common beam:
I can but know thee as my star,
My angel, and my dream;
When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look on the sea!
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My thoughts of thee too sacred are
For daylight’s common beam:
I can but know thee as my star,
My angel, and my dream;
When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look on the sea!
✷ ✷ ✷ ✷