I Sleep With Thee
I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,
And yet thou are not there;
I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,
And press the common air.
Thy eyes are gazing upon mine
When thou are out of sight;
My lips are always touching yours
At morning, noon, and night.
I think and speak of other things
To keep my mind at rest,
But still to thee my memory clings
I hide it from the world's wide eye
And think and speak contrary,
But soft the wind comes from the sky
And whispers tales of you.
The night-wind whispers in my ear,
The moon shines on my face;
The burden still of chilling fear
I find in every place.
The breeze is whispering in the bush,
And the leaves fall from the tree,
All sighing on, and will not hush,
Some pleasant tales of thee.
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