<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</SPAN></span></p>
<h3>II</h3>
<h3><i>The Wanderer</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">Have I finished my life, am I done?<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Is my heart-blood thin and cold,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That I gnaw the bones of the town?<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Am I empty and old?<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My flags are the chimneys’ grime,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Tossed on a languid breeze.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Have I dreamed of the roaring rhyme,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">A storm through the trees?<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The snow in the streets is black,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Profaned with the city’s sin;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I know of a star-lit track<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Where God’s hand has been.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Have I finished with snow and sun,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With the wind on the open plain,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That I starve in the barren town—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Is my life in vain?<br/></span></div>
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