The Wanderer (poem)
Upon a lonely road he heard her weep
A sound a song a movement in the air
Some memory his heart rejoiced to reap
This wanderer beyond all worldly care
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She cried and yet a tone of hope was heard
Some Joy some peace some moments meant to last
It must be her for whom his soul once stirred
This wander from somewhere in the past
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And as she sobs a something draws him on
To what to where to ending far unknown
For him there is no night to greet the dawn
This wanderer who travels all alone
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Her sighs awoke the meaning of his day
Her cares her smiles her wondrous dreams to roam
Upon this lonely road he now must stay
This wanderer now wandering toward home