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THINKING OF THEE by AUGUSTA DAVIES WEBSTER

First Line: THE SUNSET CRIMSONS ON THE HEIGHTS
Last Line: THINKING OF THEE.
Subject(s): LOVE;
THE sunset crimsons on the heights,
Flushing the cold snow with its kiss,
The crags are rich with yellow lights,--
I am all lost in silent bliss,
Thinking of thee.

The red light pales along the range,
And glooms to mournful violet,
The dying glow grows sad and strange,-
My eyes with some stray tears are wet,
Thinking of thee.

Fall on her, tell her, dying glow,
How I am dreaming of her here,
And kiss for me her snowy brow,--
Love, I am weak with hope and fear,
Thinking of thee.




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