Onward, ever onward,
I search for my lost soul,
through field and forest, desert plains,
snowdrifts, marshes, quarries, swamps
----onward, ever onward;
I search for my lost soul.
A dreary night, a rainy night
it was, when by
candlelight I had laid down
to sleep, perchance to dream.
And in that dream, I met a lady
fair as the night sky.
We walked a few words, talked a mile
by farms and river streams,
and as we neared a fork in the road,
both ways obscured by brush and wood,
she said, Do you love me?
and I nodded.
She placed my hand upon her cheek,
closed her eyes, and sighed;
then grasped me by the wrists and
----mirabile dictu!
I felt my soul drain through my eyes.
And then she spoke these words:
Close your eyes and turn around.
and I did as she said.
True love will always find a way, she said,
to meet again, this world or next;
I shall wait for you to find me.
And then I awoke, awoke again
to this dreary, rainy night,
and beside my bed the candlelight,
the wax puddled on stand and floor;
and I felt my soul had fled.
Silence reigned for half the night.
So now I trek across the land,
through sleet and snow and hail and rain
and quicksand, rockslide, avalanche
to find my wanderlusted soul;
where it has gone, only she knows.
Onward, ever onward.
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