I think of you when the sun shines on me
radiates from the sea;
I think your when the moon flickers
Paints in sources.
I see you when on the distant path
The dust lifts;
In the dead of night, when on the narrow bridge
The wanderer trembles.
I hear you when there with a muffled hiss
The wave is rising.
In the quiet grove I often go to listen,
When everything is silent.
I'm with you; you are still so far away,
You are close to me!
The sun is setting, soon the stars will shine for me.
Oh, if only you were there!
(Goethe)
