I travel! My pilgrimage hither-ward lies Beyond these proud barriers neath fairer skies, Away from these purlieus that throttle the soul On, on to the bounds of my utter-most goal. No power that moves in the land or the sea Can curtail or capture the vision in me, I follow a lode-star, I can, and I must! My forehead to God, my feet in the dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST MAN by THOMAS CAMPBELL ONLY A YEAR' by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE I SIT AND LOOK OUT by WALT WHITMAN THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE QUATRAIN: FROM EASTERN SOURCES: 3 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 2. OF GRATITUDE by WILLIAM BASSE |