Verses, Written Near the Sea, in Wales


I WANDER o'er the sandy heath
Where the white rush waves high;
Where adders close before me wreath
And tawny kites sail screaming by.


Alone I wander! I alone
Could love to wander there!
" But wherefor? " — let my church-yard stone
Look toward Tawey and declare.
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