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Ah! wild-hearted wand’rer

far in the world away

Restless nor knowest why

only thou canst not stay

And now turnest trembling

hearing the wind to sigh:

’Twas thy lover calling

whom thou didst leave forby.

So faint and yet so far

so far and yet so fain—

“Return belov’d to me”

but thou must onward strain:

Thy trembling is in vain

as thy wand’ring shall be.

What so well thou lovest

thou nevermore shalt see.