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