Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WANDERLUST, by ELINOR G. CHAPLER First Line: I hear the cars that hum along at night Last Line: But travel never equals coming home. Subject(s): Wandering & Wanderers; Wanderlust; Vagabonds; Tramps; Hoboes | ||||||||
I hear the cars that hum along at night, The purr of motors moving through the sky, While down below a train goes whistling by; And darkness moans with work of human might. My heart will always heed the call to roam; Recalling lands I've seen will bring a sigh, But travel never equals coming home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUMS, ON WAKING by JAMES DICKEY A FOLK SINGER OF THE THIRTIES by JAMES DICKEY WANDERER IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY by CLARENCE MAJOR THE WANDERER by WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN LONG GONE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER |
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