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 you 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COW IN APPLE TIME by ROBERT FROST SONNET: 107 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE STRANGE FILAMENT by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH POLYHYMNIA: THE YOUTH IN THE BOAT (FRAGMENT) by WILLIAM BASSE THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE SILVER BIRD OF HERNDYKE MILL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE CANTICLE OF LOVE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |