I Wander O'er The Sandy Heath

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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.

© Walter Savage Landor