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Wanderer, The (1919)
by Zoƫ 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.


I *do* like flipping tables.
— Faye Whitaker, Questionable Content