THINK'ST thou of me to-night, dear?
For all my thoughts are thine;
Though absent far, thou need'st not fear;
For, long as sun shall shine,
And long as earth shall turn, dear,
The stars their places keep,
Brightly my lamp of love shall burn, -
Its watcher never sleep;
But like the fire in ancient tombs,
Forever shall it last,
Untouched by any stranger hand,
Unstirred by stranger blast.
J. K. M.
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