Song for the wandering Jew
S O N G
Though the torrents from their fountains
Roar down many a craggy steep,
Yet they find among the mountains
Resting-places calm and deep.
Though almost with eagle pinion5
O’er the rocks the Chamois roam,
Yet he has some small dominion
Which, no doubt, he calls his home.
If on windy days the Raven
Gambol like a dancing skiff,10
Not the less he loves his haven
On the bosom of the cliff.
Though the Sea-horse in the ocean
Own no dear domestic cave;
Yet he slumbers without motion15
On the calm and silent wave.
Day and night my toils redouble!
Never nearer to the goal,
Night and day, I feel the trouble
Of the Wanderer in my soul.20