I'll think of thee, mine own, dear one
As morn's first blushing ray
Diffuses light o'er the dim earth---
Turns darkness into day.
I'll think of thee at eve, my love,
When moon and star appear---
When in the horizon of my hope
All, all is bright and clear.
I'll think of thee when joy doth cast
Its gladness o'er my heart,
As peace, and love and happiness
Seem new life to impart.
I'll think of thee when dark shades fall
Athwart my fevered brow;
When low in death I hear thee lisp---
"I'm waiting for thee now."
I'll think of thee, my darling one,
-Mary Weston Fordham, 1897
While I have life and breath;
And seal the assurance fervently,
I'll think of thee in death.