Oh, Think Of Me, My Own Beloved, Whatever Cares Beset Thee! And When Thou Hast The Falsehood Proved, Of Those With Smiles Who Met Thee-- While O'Er The Sea, Think, Love, Of Me, Who Never Can Forget Thee; Let Memory Trace The Trysting-Place, Where I With Tears Regret Thee. Bright As You Star, Within My Mind, A Hand Unseen Hath Set Thee; There Hath Thine Image Been Enshrined, Since First, Dear Love, I Met Thee; So In Thy Breast I Fain Would Rest, If, Haply, Fate Would Let Me-- And Live Or Die, So Thou Wert Nigh, To Love Or To Regret Me!