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.
The Wanderer
Zoe Akins
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Poem topics: sea, sky, soul, small, grave, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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