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by Thomas Kibble Hervey (1799 - 1859)

I think on thee in the night
Language: English 
I think on thee in the night,
  When all beside is still,
And the moon comes out, with her pale, sad light,
  To sit on the lonely hill;
When the stars are all like dreams,
  And the breezes all like sighs,
And there comes a voice from the far-off streams
  Like thy spirit's low replies.
 
I think on thee by day,
  'Mid the cold and busy crowd,
When the laughter of the young and gay
  Is far too glad and loud.
I hear thy soft, sad tone,
  And thy young, sweet smile I see:
My heart -- my heart were all alone,
  But for its dreams of thee!
 
Of thee who wert so dear, -- 
  And yet I do not weep,
For thine eyes were stain'd by many a tear
  Before they went to sleep;
And, if I haunt the past,
  Yet may I not repine
That thou hast won thy rest, at last,
  And all the grief is mine.
 
I think upon thy gain,
  Whate'er to me it cost,
And fancy dwells with less of pain
  On all that I have lost, -- 
Hope, like the cuckoo's oft-told tale,
  Alas, it wears her wing!
And love that, like the nightingale,
  Sings only in the spring.
 
Thou art my spirit's all,
  Just as thou wert in youth,
Still from thy grave no shadows fall
  Upon my lonely truth;
A taper yet above thy tomb,
  Since lost its sweeter rays,
And what is memory, through the gloom,
  Was hope, in brighter days.
 
I am pining for the home
  Where sorrow sinks to sleep,
Where the weary and the weepers come,
  And they cease to toil and weep.
Why walk about with smiles
  That each should be a tear,
Vain as the summer's glowing spoils
  Flung o'er an early bier?
 
Oh, like those fairy things,
  Those insects of the East,
That have their beauty in their wings,
  And shroud it while at rest;
That fold their colors of the sky
  When earthward they alight,
And flash their splendors on the eye,
  Only to take their flight; -- 
 
I never knew how dear thou wert,
  Till thou wert borne away!
I have it yet about my heart,
  The beauty of that day!
As if the robe thou wert to wear,
  Beyond the stars, were given
That I might learn to know it there,
  And seek thee out, in heaven!

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•   M. Herbert 

M. Herbert sets stanza 1

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Text Authorship:

  • by Thomas Kibble Hervey (1799 - 1859), "I think on thee" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Muriel Emily Herbert (1897 - 1984), "I think on thee in the night", stanza 1 [ voice and piano ], confirmed with a CD booklet (CKD 335) [sung text checked 2 times]
  • by Walter J. Lockitt , "I think on thee in the Night", published [1892] [ voice and piano ], London : Weekes & Co. [sung text not yet checked]
  • by Sebastian Benson Schlesinger (1837 - 1917), "I think on Thee", op. 12 (6 Songs) no. 2, ISS 6 no. 2, published 1884 [ voice and piano ], Boston: Carl Prüfer [sung text not yet checked]

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2010-03-24
Line count: 64
Word count: 392

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