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 wherefore!" let my church-yard stone
Look toward Tawy and declare.
I Wander O'er The Sandy Heath
written byWalter Savage Landor
© Walter Savage Landor