The Wanderer Poem by Zoe Akins

The Wanderer

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The ships are lying in the bay,
   The gulls are swinging round their spars;
My soul as eagerly as they
   Desires the margin of the stars.

So much do I love wandering,
   So much I love the sea and sky,
That it will be a piteous thing
   In one small grave to lie.

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