Presence of the Loved One

by Goethe (translated from the German)

 

I think of thee when sunbeams dance and shimmer

Across the sea.

When midnight pools reflect the moon's pale glimmer

I think of thee.

 

I see thee by the distant plains and ridges

When dust clouds rise;

At dead of night when, crossing narrow bridges,

The wanderer sighs.

 

I hear thee when the muffled waves are beating

Upon the shore.

I listen to the quiet woods repeating

Thy name once more.

 

I'm with thee, though we're parted, for my dreaming

Can bring thee near.

The sun sinks, soon I see the bright stars gleaming.

O wert thou here!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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