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The Wanderer

Zoë Akins

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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