I WROUGHT and battled and wept, near and afar 
I scanned the secret of the bud and star. 
 
Hill-road and desert, and the hurrying street 
Know well the impress of my restless feet! 
 
Then some one came with soft, caressing glance, 
Slow, like a woman out of all romance. 
 
Love closed around me these warm, folded wings? 
That was the end of all my wanderings.