Here you will find thePoemI Wander O'er The Sandy Heathof poet Walter Savage Landor
I wander o'er the sandy heath Where the white rush waves high, Where adders close before me wreath And tawny kites sail screaming by. Alone I wander; I alone Could love to wander there; 'But wherefore!' let my church-yard stone Look toward Tawy and declare.
