WHEN I am standing on a mountain crest, Or hold the tiller in the dashing spray, My love of you leaps foaming in my breast, Shouts with the winds and sweeps to their foray; My heart bounds with the horses of the sea, And plunges in the wild ride of the night, Flaunts in the teeth of tempest the large glee That rides out Fate and welcomes gods to fight. Ho, love, I laugh aloud for love of you, Glad that our love is fellow to rough weather, -- No fretful orchid hothoused from the dew, But hale and hardy as the highland heather, Rejoicing in the wind that stings and thrills, Comrade of ocean, playmate of the hills. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST WORD by MATTHEW ARNOLD SLUG IN WOODS by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY ELEGY: 3. CHANGE by JOHN DONNE EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK by ROBERT HERRICK THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 79. THE MONOCHORD by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |