Missing you

I looked around to many a mile,
But you were nowhere to smile;
I looked at myself in despair,
Wishing somehow you could be there,
But as if to make you hear, aloud,
Myself blurted  in protest,
Reminding me of all I knew,
That you are off on a day's rest.
"A rest from me or the world?"
I shouted at 'self in surprise,
You could neither me nor hear myself,
You hid too far, I surmise;
Too far, beneath the mountain foot
You hid under the silvery cloud,
That you could neither feel nor hear
N'matter how I shouted 'loud.