Poetry of Kansas

The Wanderer

I know not whence I came,
    I know not whither I go;
Only a sigh of pain
    And a wanderer's life I know.
I long for rest always,
    I long for quiet alone;
Into a vale of rest
    My pathway has never gone.
I fear to raise my voice,
    I speak to hear but a sigh;
Ever I wander alone,
    And ask myself bitterly why.
___James A. Wickersham
Selected by Arthur Richmond Marsh
(Lawrence: Journal Publishing Co. 1888)
Page 139
July 18, 2003 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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