II.

I thought that I wandered, wandered, All night till the dawn of day, And I came to the house she dwells in, A hundred miles away:

So I watched the hills grow golden, I heard the birds begin, And she came to open her window, And let the morning in.

But when she would not greet me, And I called to her all in vain, I awoke, and knew I was dreaming, But I could not sleep again.