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1809–1893

TO — -

Fanny Kemble

When the dawn O'er hill and dale Throws her bright veil, Oh, think of me!

When the rain With starry showers Fills all the flowers, Oh, think of me!

When the wind Sweeps along, Loud and strong, Oh, think of me!

When the laugh With silver sound Goes echoing round, Oh, think of me!

When the night With solemn eyes Looks from the skies, Oh, think of me!

When the air Still as death Holds its breath, Oh, think of me!

When the earth Sleeping sound Swings round and round, Oh, think of me!

When thy soul O'er life's dark sea Looks gloomily, Oh, think of me!

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