REMEMBRANCE. (From the German of Fredrich Matthison.)

I think of thee When through the brake The nightingales sweet music make. When dost thou think of me? I think of thee By the shady well, Under the twilight’s glimmering spell. Where dost thou think of me? I think of thee With pleasant pain, With yearning, while the hot tears rain. How dost thou think of me? Oh, think of me Till in some star We meet again. However far, I think of none but thee.