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!

 

Title & Poem - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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