I think of ye, when upon the sea, when e’er I see the glow;
Of the pearl-white moon’s reflection in the gentle waves below.
Your voice I hear (and feel you near), when the cool, night breeze doth blow;
Across my face like the soft caress, from you I’ve come to know.
But the Sun has set, since the time we met, and separate ways we go;
And I think of ye, when upon the sea, when e’er I see the glow …
