When sunset flows into golden glows
—And the breath of the night is new,
Love, find afar eve's eager star—
—That is my thought of you.

O tear-wet eye that scans the sky
—Your lonely lattice through:
Choose any one, from sun to sun—
—That is my thought of you.

And when you wake at the morning's break
—To rival rose and dew,
The star that stays till the leaping rays—
—That is my thought of you.

Ay, though by day they seem away
—Beyond or cloud or blue,
From dawn to night unquenched their light—
—As are my thoughts of you.