As he who wandered home to Ithaca
As he who home through Dublin
As they who wait and wait and wander on to no where
As she who wanders still in heather and in snow
As he who raged into the deep against the wandering whale
As those did wander in the desert slouching all the years
As he who wandered golden helmed from Mandrino
As he who wandered past the western gate aback an ox
As she who wandered from the Moorish wall all yes and yes
As all those figures gone before and evermore
All wandering on the ramparts bitter cold and sick at heart
List! List! O List!
Thus, I my wandering begins.