A stranger said to me a rhyme of prose
And in that second I did reconcile
That so, for I to seek I would defile
All land and sea below the sky dove-rose
So, far for I to look would not dispose
Of notions cast about my domicile
Towards the northly star that I, servile
Keep as compass through my journey\'s close
To you who\'d keep me here among the sheep
Apart from sands of gold and mysteries
Let go of fortune and fomented love
To you who seek for nothing but to sleep
Let I, a wanderer, my future seize
And rising look to grasp what lies above