Poem by Sara Teasdale

The Wanderer

I SAW the sunset-colored sands,
    The Nile, like flowing fire between, 
    Where Ramses stares forth serene 
And ammon's heavy temple stands.

I saw the rocks where long ago,
    Above the sea that cries and breaks, 
    Bright Perseus with Medusa's snakes 
Set free the maiden white like snow.

And many skies have covered me,
    And many winds have blown me forth, 
    And I have loved the green, bright north, 
And I have loved the cold, sweet sea.

But what to me are north and south,
    And what the lire of many lands, 
    Since you have learned to catch my hands 
And lay a kiss upon my mouth.

1. Swans
2. The Ghost
3. The River
4. November
5. The Song for Colin

Alan Seeger The Wanderer ("TO SEE the clouds his spirit yearned toward so")

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