PILGRIM
Thecold wind cries across the rolling dunes,The gray sails fleck the margins of the world:I watch the rolling dunes along the barren sky,And wan, white waters by the swift wind hurled.O where are Queen Faustina, and Babylon, and Tyre,And pale Troy, lost in a silver mist oftears—And I, O earth, your child, more old than all these others,What have you done to me these many thousand years!
Thecold wind cries across the rolling dunes,The gray sails fleck the margins of the world:I watch the rolling dunes along the barren sky,And wan, white waters by the swift wind hurled.O where are Queen Faustina, and Babylon, and Tyre,And pale Troy, lost in a silver mist oftears—And I, O earth, your child, more old than all these others,What have you done to me these many thousand years!
Thecold wind cries across the rolling dunes,The gray sails fleck the margins of the world:I watch the rolling dunes along the barren sky,And wan, white waters by the swift wind hurled.
Thecold wind cries across the rolling dunes,
The gray sails fleck the margins of the world:
I watch the rolling dunes along the barren sky,
And wan, white waters by the swift wind hurled.
O where are Queen Faustina, and Babylon, and Tyre,And pale Troy, lost in a silver mist oftears—And I, O earth, your child, more old than all these others,What have you done to me these many thousand years!
O where are Queen Faustina, and Babylon, and Tyre,
And pale Troy, lost in a silver mist oftears—
And I, O earth, your child, more old than all these others,
What have you done to me these many thousand years!