真希望你也在这儿！
I thk of thee， whehe sun his beas
Oer o flgs；
I thk of thee， whehe oonlight gleas
In silvry sprgs.
I see thee， when upon the distant ridge
The dt awakes；
At idnights hour， when on the fragile bridge
The wanderer quakes.
I hear thee， when yon billows rise on high，
With urur deep.
To tread the silent grove oft wander I，
When alls asleep.
I hee， though thou far away ayst be—
Thou， too， art near！
The suhe stars soon lighten .
Would thou wert here！