Poems (Dodd)/I think not of Thee

I THINK NOT OF THEE.

I think not of thee when the morning bright,
Is flushing the sky with its rosy light;
But when the moon silvers the restless sea,
And the waves are chiming their melody,
Then do I think of thee.

I think not of thee in the lighted hall,
Where gladness is weaving a spell for all;
But when through my lattice night's star-eyes gleam,
And love returns to its sorrowing dream,
Then do I think of thee.

I think not of thee while amid the crowd,
When the wine flows free and the song is loud;
Thy memory comes with a gentle power,
To subdue my soul at soft twilight's hour;
Then do I think of thee.

When I meet the world with a heart of care,
No thought of thy pure love is mingled there;
But when the farewell light of fading day,
Is passing as passed thy spirit away,
Then do I think of thee.

I think not of thee when the summer fair,
Is twining gay wreaths in her golden hair;
But when faded leaves are falling around,
And the wind goes by with a wailing sound,
Then do I think of thee.