II.

I thought that I wandered, wandered,

All night till the dawn of day,

And I came to the house she dwells in,

A hundred miles away:

So I watched the hills grow golden,

I heard the birds begin,

And she came to open her window,

And let the morning in.

But when she would not greet me,

And I called to her all in vain,

I awoke, and knew I was dreaming,

But I could not sleep again.