I. While Sunset Burns And Stars Are Few, And Roses Scent The Fading Light, And Like A Slim Urn, Dripping Dew, A Spirit Carries Through The Night, The Pearl-Pale Moon Hangs New, - I Think Of You, Of You. Ii. While Waters Flow, And Soft Winds Woo The Golden-Hearted Bud With Sighs; And, Like A Flower An Angel Threw, Out Of The Momentary Skies A Star Falls Burning Blue, - I Dream Of You, Of You. Iii. While Love Believes, And Hearts Are True, So Let Me Think, So Let Me Dream; The Thought And Dream So Wedded To Your Face, That, Far Apart, I Seem To See Each Thing You Do, And Be With You, With You.