At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air,
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there,
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Oh, this was so romantically lovely- we women respond to these kind of sentiments by getting all goo-goo eyed but ohhhhhhhhhhh, how lovely are these words and sentiments