When morning blushes in the sky,
And Sol begins his daily duty,
While yet the lark sings loud and high,
And all the Orient glows in beauty,
And every flower is hung with dew
That sparkles bright, I think of you.

Through all the sultry hours of day
I miss the music of your voice,
And nurse those memories fond and gay,
Which make the lonely heart rejoice;
And like a river coursing through
The soul, my thoughts flow on to you.

And when the daylight fades and dies,
And twilight falls upon the earth,
And through the dusky evening skies
Lone Hesper slowly glimmers forth,
I think of joys which once I knew
At that sweet dreamy hour with you.

And when the dusk is drowned in dark,
Through all the still star-spangled night,
Until the carol of the lark
Awakes the mist-wrapt world to light,
And morning's tearless eyes of blue
Shine sweetly down, I dream of you!