NORTH and south and east and west I have roamed a weary while, But have found no restful bourn Like the garden of thy smile. North and south and east and west I have strayed in errant wise, But have seen no guiding gleam Like the lovelight of thine eyes. North and south and east and west I have watched the day's eclipse, But have won no precious meed Like the guerdon of thy lips. North and south and east and west Vagrant still I roam and roam, Hearkening through the lonely night For thy voice to call me home. |