The world's wanderers

Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of light

Speed thee in thy fiery flight,

In what cavern of the night

Will thy pinions close now?

Tell me, Moon, thou pale and grey

Pilgrim, of Heav'ns homeless way,

In what depth of night or day,

Seekest thou repose now?

Weary wind, who wanderest

Like the world's rejected guest

Hast thou still some secret nest

On the tree or billow?