I THINK of thee, whene'er the sun his beams <br /> <br /> O'er ocean flings; <br />I think of thee, whene'er the moonlight gleams <br /> <br /> In silv'ry springs. <br /> <br />I see thee, when upon the distant ridge <br /> <br /> The dust awakes; <br />At midnight's hour, when on the fragile bridge <br /> <br /> The wanderer quakes. <br /> <br />I hear thee, when yon billows rise on high, <br /> <br /> With murmur deep. <br />To tread the silent grove oft wander I, <br /> <br /> When all's asleep. <br /> <br />I'm near thee, though thou far away mayst be-- <br /> <br /> Thou, too, art near! <br />The sun then sets, the stars soon lighten me. <br /> <br /> Would thou wert here!<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/proximity-of-the-beloved-one/
