CONSTANCY

When starlight blends with morning's hue,

I miss thee as the flower the dew!

When noonday's length'ning shadows flee,

I think of thee, I think of thee!

With evening, memories reappear —

I watch thy chair, and wish thee here;

Till sleep sets drooping fancy free

To dream of thee, to dream of thee!

Since first we met, in weal or woe

It hath been thus; and must be so

Till bursting bonds our spirits part

And Love divine doth fill my heart.