Think of me, and I'll tell thee when
The moment of that thought shall be;
When yon sweet star is rising, then,
Oh! then, beloved! think of me.
Ah! let thy mem'ry on me rest,
When, pale and beautiful as now,
Yon planet sinks beneath the west
With dewy light and silver brow.
When the blue arch of heaven is bright,
When not a shadow frowns above,
The beauty of its placid light
Will seem the emblem of our love.
When clouds are gathering on its way,
And the black storms around it wait,
The darkness of its shrouded ray
Will seem the emblem of our fate.