Bohemian legends and other poems — Pilgrim

On my hat a feather,

In my hand a staff,

I have wandered slowly,

The world’s better half.

Far away from your heart,

Far and far away,

When I could not think, heart,

Then I sang all day.

On my hat a feather,

In my heart a pain,

I have wandered slowly,

O’er and o’er the plain.

But at length I turned me,

Once more to the past.

Useless to forget thee—

Heart, I came at last.