The Wanderer
1886-1958
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.
DayPoems Poem No. 1358
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The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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