Sea & Sky

 

The Wanderer  by Zoe Akins (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.

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