A Day When I Am With You Long, long and endless roads Diverge me where you live not. But a waterless ocean upon us, In which all the stars whisper To their mother: "She's gazing." Now the day has risen, and the Green grass drifts from the breeze; The ocean pours itself on the moor. Don't now go; I will be waiting For a face who isn't seen to me, And still, I talk about a face whose Witnesses—stars—pleaded to me: "O poet, why have you replaced You from Thee?"