Question—Do you ever think of me ?
Noun—Omnibus.
Noun—Omnibus.
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I think of thee ! I think of thee !1
When day awakes my weary heart2
Again to know itself to be3
Doomed to live on from thine apart !4
And caring not for anything5
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The world can give, if thee alone6
It still withhold ! Morn can but bring7
Sad thoughts ! And when the day has flown,8
I would not give a pin to be9
Asleep, except to dream of thee !10
I think of thee ! I think of thee !11
E’en in a Bank-bound omnibus.12
What are my dividends to me13
Unless they can be spent by us ?14
And when the people round me talk15
Of parties they are going to give,16
I leave them for my lonely walk,17
And think—What good is it to live ?18
And care not to go home to tea,19
Because it is not made by thee !20