I think of thee in watches of the night, <br />I feel thee near; <br />Like mystic lamps consumed with too much light <br />Thine eyes burn clear. <br /> <br />The barriers that divide us in the day <br />And hide from view, <br />Like idle cobwebs now are brushed away <br />Between us two. <br /> <br />I probe the deep recesses of thy mind <br />Without control, <br />And in its inmost labyrinth I find <br />My own lost soul. <br /> <br />No longer like an exile on the earth <br />I wildly roam, <br />I was thy double from the hour of birth <br />And thou my home.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-think-of-thee-in-watches-of-the-night/
