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.
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Alone I wander; I alone
Could love to wander there;
'But wherefore! ' let my church-yard stone
Look toward Tawy and declare. a very fine poem of Walter Savage Landor
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Alone I wander; I alone Could love to wander there; 'But wherefore! ' let my church-yard stone Look toward Tawy and declare. a very fine poem of Walter Savage Landor