Thy voice is on the rolling air;
I hear thee where the waters run;
Thou stand out in the rising sun,
And in the setting thou art fair

What art thou then ? I cannot guess;
But though I seem in star and flower
To feel thee some diffusive power,
I do not therefore love thee less;

My love involves the love before;
My love is vast in passion now
Through mixed with God and nature thou,
I seem to love thee more and more

Far off thou art, but ever nigh;
I have thee still, and I rejoice;
I prosper, circled with thy voice;
I shall not lose thee although I die