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The Wanderer
English source:
Anne Hunter
To wander alone when the moon, faintly beaming
With glimmering lustre, darts thro’ the dark shade,
Where owls seek for covert, and night birds complaining
Add sound to the horror that darkens the glade.
’Tis not for the happy; come, daughter of sorrow,
’Tis here thy sad thoughts are embalm’d in thy tears,
Where lost in the past, disregarding tomorrow,
There’s nothing for hopes and nothing for fears.
With glimmering lustre, darts thro’ the dark shade,
Where owls seek for covert, and night birds complaining
Add sound to the horror that darkens the glade.
’Tis not for the happy; come, daughter of sorrow,
’Tis here thy sad thoughts are embalm’d in thy tears,
Where lost in the past, disregarding tomorrow,
There’s nothing for hopes and nothing for fears.
Composer
Joseph Haydn
Franz Joseph Haydn was an Austrian composer of the Classical period. He was a friend and mentor of Mozart, and tutor of Beethoven. Read more here.
