Wanderer
Wandern und streifen
Die Welt entlang,
Liedchen zu pfeifen
Lustigen Klang,
Frohsinn in voller Brust,
Das ist mein' einz'ge Lust.
Leichter Sinn, rasches Blut,
Freiheitskraft, Jugendmuth...
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As some mysterious wanderer of the skies,
Emerging from the deeps of outer dark,
Traces for once in human ken the arc
Of its stupendous curve, then swiftly flies
Out through some orbit veiled in space, which lies
Where no imagination may embark,—
Some onward-reaching track that God did mark
For all eternity beneath his eyes,—
So... -
From “The Traveller”
REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po,
Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor
Against the houseless stranger shuts the door,
Or where Campania’s plain forsaken lies,
A weary waste expanding to the skies:
Where’er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled...