Thinking Of You

                  I.

The heaving sea, the stretch of sand,

     The endless dome of blue;

The fairy ships, the gulls aflight,

The peacefulness of falling night,

     All make me think of you.

                  II.

The waving fields, the meadows green,

     The opal glistening dew;

The waterfalls, the sylvan screen,

The dreary lake’s reflected sheen,

     Too, make me think of you.

                  III.

The sea, the sky, the hills, the lea,

     All nature, pure and true;

In them your matchless face I see,

And happy dreams float down to me,

     The while I think of you.

Sept. 6, 1898

B. Globe