Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “Near To The Beloved”

Near To The Beloved

I think of you when the sunlight shimmers
on the ocean’s surging swell.
I think of you when the moonlight glimmers
at the bottom of a well.

I see you high on distant ridges
where clouds of dust assemble
and in the night, on narrow bridges,
where the wandering hobos tremble.

I hear you in the distant wave
that roars with muffled violence
and in the quiet coves I crave
to go to hear the silence.

I am with you. Even though you’re far,
I feel you somehow near.
The sun has lit in me a star.
How I wish that you were here.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Translated from German by Paul Weinfield, © 2015
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