I'll think of thee

     I'll think of thee,
When evening's shades are softly stealing
     On the landscape low and dim
Until the twilight scarce revealing,
     The dark leaves on the aspen's limb;
And when the vesper bell is pealing
     Sweetly forth its evening hymn,
          I'll think of thee!

     I'll think of thee,
When in the sky the stars are springing
     Brightly forth as day doth wane;
When the sweet Philomel is singing,
     In the grove a gladsome strain;
And while the moon o'er the earth is flinging
     Her soft rays like silver rain,
          I'll think of thee!