Author Richard Henry Dana They ask him why he wanders so, From day to day, the uneven strand? “I wish, I wish that I might go! But I would go by land;And there 's no way that I can find; I've triedAll day and night!”—He seaward looked, and sighed. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments