The World's Wanderers
Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of lightSpeed thee in thy fiery flight,In what cavern of the nightWill thy pinions close now?
Tell me, Moon, thou pale and grayPilgrim of Heaven's homeless way,In what depth of night or daySeekest thou repose now?
Weary Wind, who wanderestLike the world's rejected guest,Hast thou still some secret nestOn the tree or billow?
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