by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
The wanderer
Language: English
I wander through the woodlands, Peace to you - day's a-dying; I tune a song The trees among, But oft-times comes a-crying. I know more than Apollo; For, oft when he lies sleeping, I see the stars At mortal wars, And the rounded welkin weeping. The morn's my constant mistress, The lovely owl my morrow; The flaming drake And the night-crow make Me music, to my sorrow. With a heart of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander: With a burning spear, And a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander. With a knight of ghosts and shadows, I summoned am to tourney: Ten leagues beyond The wide world's end: Methinks it is no journey.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Edward Elgar, Sir (1857 - 1934), "The wanderer", 1923. [ttbb chorus] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 25
Word count: 115