The Wanderer

A short poem written by Robin Flower about finding direction.

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                <l>If the fine needle-point of sense</l>
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                <lb/> <l>Of the steeled will, as some fond wise aver,</l>
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                <l>And the fine trembling issue into song.</l>
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                <l>But now how idly wavering to and fro</l>
                <lb/> <l>Through the East and West and South it seeks the</l>
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                <l>And, whithersoever those wandering circles go,</l>
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                <l>Not the clean praises of that beauty whence</l>
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Copyright © 2019 by Cooper Rohde, all rights reserved. Redistribution or republication in any medium, except as allowed under the Fair Use provisions of U.S. copyright law, requires express written consent from the editors and advance notification of the publisher, the University of Nebraska–Lincoln.

 The Wanderer L.A.G. Strong Robin Flower 1924 Boston Small, Maynard and Company Publishers

Cooper Rohde The Wanderer If the fine needle-point of sense That trembles at the touch of beauty, were Slave to the subtler influence Of the steeled will, as some fond wise aver, For you that point should vibrate all day long 5 And the fine trembling issue into song. But now how idly wavering to and fro Through the East and West and South it seeks the North And, whithersoever those wandering circles go, Comes but a soft, confused muttering forth, 5 Not the clean praises of that beauty whence Falls the wild light across my world of sense. -Robin Flower.

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Copyright © 2019 by Cooper Rohde, all rights reserved. Redistribution or republication in any medium, except as allowed under the Fair Use provisions of U.S. copyright law, requires express written consent from the editors and advance notification of the publisher, the University of Nebraska–Lincoln.

 The Wanderer L.A.G. Strong Robin Flower 1924 Boston Small, Maynard and Company Publishers

Cooper Rohde The Wanderer If the fine needle-point of sense That trembles at the touch of beauty, were Slave to the subtler influence Of the steeled will, as some fond wise aver, For you that point should vibrate all day long And the fine trembling issue into song. But now how idly wavering to and fro Through the East and West and South it seeks the North And, whithersoever those wandering circles go, Comes but a soft, confused muttering forth, Not the clean praises of that beauty whence Falls the wild light across my world of sense. -Robin Flower.