Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 1/Song for the Wandering Jew
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XV.
SONG
FOR THE
WANDERING JEW.
Though the torrents from their fountains
Roar down many a craggy steep,
Yet they find among the mountains
Resting-places calm and deep.
Though, as if with eagle pinion
O'er the rocks the Chamois roam,
Yet he has some small dominion
Where he feels himself at home.
If on windy days the Raven
Gambol like a dancing skiff,
Not the less he loves his haven
In the bosom of the cliff.
Though the Sea-horse in the ocean
Own no dear domestic cave;
Yet he slumbers without motion
On the calm and silent wave.
Day and night my toils redouble!
Never nearer to the goal;
Never—never does the trouble
Of the Wanderer leave my soul.