1.
The twilight hath died on the shore.
The winds are asleep on the lea;
And the lavish night shakes from her prodigal store,
A shower of gold o're the sea;
Whose deep bosom moves to the moon that she loves.
And I, love, am dreaming of thee;
Whose deep bosom moves to the moon that she loves.
And I, love, am dreaming of thee;
Dreaming, Dreaming, dreaming of thee,
Dreaming, dreamer, dreaming of thee.

2.
There's a cloud in the glooming West,
That will crimson to blood with the day,
And red-handed Mars shales his fiery crest,
While Orion goes down to the fray.
And his [falchion?] and shield gleam bright o'er the field
Where I, love, am dreaming of thee--
Dreaming, Dreaming, dreaming of thee,
Dreaming, dreamer, dreaming of thee.

3.
Ah! Heaven! for one hour of rest--
One sweet, short hour to be
Where my love lies couched in her mountain nest,
'Neath you star that is trembling with glee--
Lies hushed in her nest, my babe on her brest,
And perchance is dreaming of me--
Dreaming, Dreaming, dreaming of thee,
Dreaming, dreamer, dreaming of thee.

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