Andenken
Remembering

Matthisson

I think of thee
When from the trees
Nightingales sing in concert.
And thou?

I think of thee
Where shade begins
In the fading light of evening.
And thou?

I think of thee
With sweet pain, yearning
And burning tears.
And thou?

O, think of me
Till we are one upon some better star.
However far,
I do but think of thee.