And the dialogue belongs to them (2): Henry Miller and Anaïs Nin

The communion of souls in this poem by Goethe, I wish I could appreciate it in its original language, I imagine its sounds, its music. I am grateful for this English version by Steven Christison:

Nearness of the Beloved

I think of you,
when I see the sun's shimmer
Gleaming from the sea.
I think of you,
when the moon's glimmer
Is reflected in the springs.

I see you,
when on the distant road
The dust rises,
In deep night,
when on the narrow bridge
The traveler trembles.

I hear you,
when with a dull roar
The wave surges.
In the quiet grove I often go to listen
When all is silent.

I am with you,
however far away you may be,
You are next to me!
The sun is setting,
soon the stars will shine upon me.
If only you were here!