Poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Lines to ——— (Think of me, and I'll tell thee when)

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.

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3. Lines on ——
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5. Answer to —

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