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Poems of Goethe


I THINK of thee, whene'er the sun his beams

  O'er ocean flings;
I think  of thee, whene'er the moonlight gleams

  In silv'ry springs.

I see thee, when upon the distant ridge

  The dust awakes;
At midnight's hour, when on the fragile bridge

  The wanderer quakes.

I hear thee, when yon billows rise on high,

  With murmur deep.
To tread the silent grove oft wander I,

  When all's asleep.

I'm near thee, though thou far away mayst be--

  Thou, too, art near!
The sun then sets, the stars soon lighten me.

  Would thou wert here!