I think of thee, when golden sunbeams shimmer <br />Across the sea; <br />And when the waves reflect the moon's pale glimmer, <br />I think of thee. <br /> <br />I see thy form, when down the distant highway <br />The dust-clouds rise; <br />In deepest night, above the mountain by-way, <br />I see thine eyes. <br /> <br />I hear thee when the ocean-tides returning <br />Loudly rejoice; <br />And on the lonely moor, in stillness yearning, <br />I hear thy voice. <br /> <br />I dwell with thee: though thou art far removed, <br />Yet art thou near. <br />The sun goes down, the stars shine out, --- <br />Beloved, <br />Ah, wert thou here!<br /><br />Henry Van Dyke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-nearness/
