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.