| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 7. The Wanderer |
| | | By Zoë Akins |
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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. | |
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| So much do I love wandering, | 5 |
| 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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