Lay me flat on a drawing-sledge, Wearied enough for such dragging! I need not be fastened by rod or wedge More than bale-filled bagging. More than a meal-sack you throw across Your wagon after the milling; Just as clumsy a weight to toss And the bundle compact from spilling, Save that the grain leaves a trail of dust Which yellows your sleeve and your fingers; But, however you handle, wherever you thrust, No spark of my being lingers. Both from the miller's and freed from grist -- A bag and a body resting -- But the world was a stricter exorcist, More cruel his wheel's divesting! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A BOY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR NEW YEAR'S DAWN - BROADWAY by SARA TEASDALE THE DESERTER['S MEDITATION] by JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN OFF THE GROUND by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE UPON HIS SPANIEL [SPANIELL] TRACIE by ROBERT HERRICK THE MARSEILLAISE by CLAUDE JOSEPH ROUGET DE LISLE |