The Nearness of the Beloved

I think of you, when I watch the sunlight glimmer Over the sea: I think of you, when the moonbeams shimmer Over the stream. I see you there, when the dust swirls high On the far road, When the traveller shivers, in deepest night, As it narrows. I hear you, when with a dull roaring The waters rise. Often in silent groves I go walking When all is quiet. I stay with you, however far you are, To me you’re near! The sun sets: soon above me are the stars. Would you were here!