The Wanderer.
Oh my, here comes the mysterious man
Who comes and goes, he has no land
Hush, children--gather indoors
For here comes the Wanderer
The seer of many tales, the bard of songs
He always goes, never stays long
Do not touch him, or you will contract
the strange disease, the "Wanderer Pact"
Forever wandering, sometimes lost and alone
Heaven forbid should his feet turn to stone
For, forever he wanders
passing to and fro
For fear the knowledge--of the Wanderer
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| By Nicholas Roerich (1933) |
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