  Wend I, wander I, past all worlds that be; Ever have I wander’d or e’er the earth was made; Urg’d like the Álien Áir o’er land & sea, Sleepless as sunlight, joyless as its shade. Not on your earth travel I; sÁy not to mÉ ‘Cease awhile thy wandering, Ó tir’d day!’ Say not, ‘O pilgrim, rest thee; comfort thee’: Not hÉre is my journey’s end, Indus nor Cathay.
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