The Wanderer by Sara Teasdale — Read

I saw the sunset-colored sands, / The Nile like flowing fire between, / Where Rameses stares forth serene, / And Ammon's heavy temple stands.

I saw the rocks where long ago, / Above the sea that cries and breaks, / Bright Perseus with Medusa's snakes / Set free the maiden white like snow.

And many skies have covered me, / And many winds have blown me forth, / And I have loved the green bright north, / And I have loved the cold sweet sea.

But what to me are north and south, / And what the lure of many lands, / Since you have leaned to catch my hands / And lay a kiss upon my mouth.