North and south and east and west
I have roamed a weary while,
But have found no restful bourn
Like the garden of thy smile.
North and south and east and west
I have strayed in errant wise,
But have seen no guiding gleam
Like the lovelight of thine eyes.
North and south and east and west
I have watched the day's eclipse,
But have won no precious meed
Like the guerdon of thy lips.
North and south and east and west
Vagrant still I roam and roam,
Hearkening through the lonely night
For thy voice to call me home.
