Where Are You?

I think of you when upon the sea the sun flings her beams.
I think of you when the moonlight shines in silvery streams.
I see you when upon the distant hills the dust awakes:
At night when on a fragile bridge the traveler quakes.

I hear you when the billows rise on high.
With murmurs deep.
To tread the silent grove where wander I.
When all’s asleep.