As yonder lone and lovely star Hangs o\u27er the western hills afar And pausing in it\u27s downward flight Longs lingering for the coming night Long I for thee! Long I for thee! The last fond flowers that loved to fling Their fragrance on the branch of Spring And pine beneath the skies of June Mourn not so for the waning Moon As I for thee! As I for thee! The wild bird fills the local groveWith wailings for his absent loveSo every passing breath of AirMust on its buoyant pinions bearSome sigh for thee! Some sigh for thee! That lovely star shall wax and waneThose flowers shall die and bloom againThe sweet bird sing his mate to restSo shall I yet to this fond breast Fold thee, love thee! Fold thee, love thee