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I / Wanderer, wanderer, whither away? / What saith the morning unto thee? / "Wanderer, wanderer, hither, come hither, / Into the eld of the East with me!"
Saith the wide wind of the low red morning, / Making in from the gray rough sea. / "Wanderer, come, of the footfall weary, / And heavy at heart as the sad-heart sea.