Proximity Of The Beloved One.

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!