I think of thee when the strong rays of noon
Flash from the sea;
When the clear fountains glimmer in the moon,
I think of thee.

I see thee when along the distant way
The dust-clouds creep,
And in the night, when trembling travellers stray
By chasm and steep.

I hear thee when the tides go murmuring soft
To the calm air;
In lone and stilly woods I listen oft,
And hear thee there.

I am with thee — I know thou art afar,
Yet dream thee near;
The sun goes down; star brightens after star;
Would thou wert here!