I THINK of thee whene'er the sun is glowing Upon the lake; Of thee, when in the crystal fountain flowing The moonbeams shake. I see thee when the wanton wind is busy, And dust-clouds rise; In the deep night, when o'er the bridge so dizzy The wanderer hies. I hear thee when the waves, with hollow roaring, Gush forth their fill; Often along the heath I go exploring, When all is still. I am with thee! Though far thou art and darkling, Yet art thou near. The sun goes down, the stars will soon be sparkling -- Oh, wert thou here! |