I wander -- I wander -- O will she wander here Where'er my footsteps carry me I know that she is near, A jewelled lamp within her hand and jewels in her hair; I lost her in a vision once and seek her everywhere. My spirit whispers she is near, I look at you and you: Surely she has not passed me, I sleeping as she flew. I wander -- I wander, and yet she is not here, Although my spirit whispers to me that she is near. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH IN BALLADE FORM by FRANCOIS VILLON HAPPY WIND by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE SAILOR'S WIFE by JEAN ADAMS COMMENDATORY VERSES TO WILLIAM BROWNE'S 'BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS' by WILLIAM BASSE ON A VIOLA D'AMORE by MATHILDE BLIND SHEET LIGHTNING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |