I think of thee, when golden sunbeams shimmer br Across the sea; br And when the waves reflect the moon's pale glimmer, br I think of thee. br br I see thy form, when down the distant highway br The dust-clouds rise; br In deepest night, above the mountain by-way, br I see thine eyes. br br I hear thee when the ocean-tides returning br Loudly rejoice; br And on the lonely moor, in stillness yearning, br I hear thy voice. br br I dwell with thee: though thou art far removed, br Yet art thou near.