Poem by Edward Dowden

The Wanderer

I cast my anchor nowhere (the waves whirled
  My anchor from me); East and West are one
To me; against no winds are my sails furled;
 --Merely my planet anchors to the Sun.

1. In the Galleries
2. A Child’s Noonday Sleep
3. On the Heights
4. In the Cathedral
5. “La Révélation par le Désert”

Sara Teasdale The Wanderer ("I SAW the sunset-colored sands")

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