Classic Poem

When sunset flows into golden glows,
And the breath of the night is new,
Love, find afar yon yearning star—
That is my thought of you.

And when your eye doth scan the sky
Your lonely lattice through,
Choose any one, from sun to sun—
That is my thought of you.

And when you wake at the morning's break
To rival rose and dew,
The star that stays in the leaping rays—
That is my thought of you.