" I think of you when upon the sea the sun flings her beams. I think of you when the moonlight shines in silvery streams. I see you when upon the distant hills the dust awakes; At night when on a fragile bridge the traveler quakes.
I hear you when the blows rise on high, with murmur deep. To tread the silent grove where wander I, When all's asleep. "

― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe