I think of you when sunlight on the ocean
Glimmers at noon;
I think of you when shimmers in the river
Mirror the moon.
I see you in the rise of dust that covers
The distant ridge,
In each deep midnight where the wanderer quivers
On the high bridge,
I hear you in the low and muffled rustle
Of rolling seas.
I often go to quiet groves and listen
To things at peace.
I am with you. However far you are,
I know you're near!
Oh what I'd give, as sun gives way to star,
To have you here.