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The Wanderer
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.
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
