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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,
