The Wanderer

I, wandering one, do walk by your way;

Do walk by your daisy and lilac true.

May I call their names in splendorous May,

Or loiter by hint of strawberry moon?

Will I see these bright lilies in streaming lei

Before resting my hope on fields of June?


Now I, wandering sun, still stand at your gate.

And linger so long as our ancient sphere--

Can stay from burning aurora fate,

My Aeon of light does beckon near

Strands of Autumnal flora late

Forestall winter and twilight clear