that ever eludes me!

Oh, he flits and glimpses like a flash and then is gone, the
untamed rover of the wilds! Approach him and he is afar in a
trice, leaving a cloud of haze and dust before thy eyes!

Yet I roam in search of the golden stag, though I may never
catch him in these wilds! Oh, I roam and wander through
woods and fields and nameless lands like a restless vagabond,
never caring to turn my back.

You all come and buy in the marketplace and go back to your
homes laden with goods and provisions: but me the wild winds
of unscalable heights have touched and kissed--Oh, I know not
when or where!

I have parted with my all to get what never has become mine!
And yet think my moanings and my tears are for the things I
thus have lost!

With a laugh and a song in my heart I have left all sorrow and
grief far behind me: Oh, I roam and wander through woods and
fields and nameless lands--never caring to turn my vagabond's
back!
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