I dream of thee at midnight's hour,
When high and bright night crescents burn;
I dream of thee when memory's power,
And passions bounding pulse return.
Thy vision comes at midnight's prime
With voice and smile to bless and cheer;
At sultry noon, at eventide,
Thou art forever near -
Yet soon the voice and dream sublime
Must hush and disappear.

Thy vision in my soul I've worn
And still must wear till life depart
Though it return no more at noon,
Or morn, or eve, to cheer my heart;
For thou wilt be another's bride
Yet O, thy memory shall be
A sun to light - a star to guide
My lonely destiny;
And now I have no wish beside,
If thou remember me.