Living
The Traveller
From Modern American Poetry (1921)
Living
The moon’s a devil jester
Who makes himself too free.
The rascal is not always
Where he appears to be.
Sometimes he is in my heart—
Sometimes he is in the sea;
Then tides are in my heart,
And tides are in the sea.
O traveller, abiding not
Where he pretends to be!
Cite this poem
MLA
Lindsay, Vachel. “The Traveller.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/lindsay/167/.
Chicago
Lindsay, Vachel. “The Traveller.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/lindsay/167/.
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