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...THE BLISSFUL DAY by ROBERT BURNS SLEEPY HOLLOW by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) THE COMPLAINT OF CHAUCER TO HIS EMPTY PURSE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE MOUSE'S LULLABY by PALMER COX MR. FLOOD'S PARTY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |