Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WANDERER, by SCHMIDT VON LUBECK Poet's Biography First Line: I come down from the hills alone Last Line: "there, where thou art not, there is bliss!" Subject(s): Wandering & Wanderers; Wanderlust; Vagabonds; Tramps; Hoboes | ||||||||
I COME down from the hills alone; Mist wraps the vale, the billows moan! I wander on in thoughtful care, For ever asking, sighing -- where? The sunshine round seems dim and cold, And flowers are pale, and life is old, And words fall soulless on my ear -- Oh, I am still a stranger here! Where are thou, land, sweet land, mine own! Still sought for, longed for, never known! The land, the land of hope, of light, Where glow my roses freshly bright, And where my friends the green paths tread, And where in beauty rise my dead; The land that speaks my native speech, The blessed land I may not reach! I wander on in thoughtful care, For ever asking, sighing -- where? And spirit-sounds come answering this -- "There, where thou art not, there is bliss!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUMS, ON WAKING by JAMES DICKEY A FOLK SINGER OF THE THIRTIES by JAMES DICKEY WANDERER IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY by CLARENCE MAJOR THE WANDERER by WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN LONG GONE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN |
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