Goethe, "Nähe des Geliebten"

A work ("The lover's closeness") by this German man of letters.  You can read the original here.

Of you I think beneath the sun's sweet wrath 
On sea-kissed rays; 
Of you I think as moonlight paints its path
In brightest maze.  

'Tis you I see upon the dust-blurred road,
That distant shape;
When in deep night, upon a bridge's folds,
A wand'rer shakes.

'Tis you I hear as softest rustles jut   
In rising wave;
When in still copse I listen and find but
A silent grave.

However far, my soul you still have grazed –
To me so near!  
The sinking sun retreats as starlight stays –
Were you but here!