The Rolling Air

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