I am free, I've broken the halter, The shackles of childish shame. I am free, and I shall not falter; In vain you are trying to tame My fiery spirit, with looks that sting, With tales of Satan and Hell, For still in my budding heart will ring The call of the vagrant's bell. Far sweeter to me are the pleasures, Of the fleet, yet gorgeous fires, Than the firm, but paler measures Of your steadfast and calm desires. And you say that life is sorrow, And that youth is a fleeting ray,— I may go to Hell to-morrow, But I am in Heaven to-day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ARABIA by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE MENAPHON: SEPHESTIA'S [CRADLE] SONG TO HER CHILD by ROBERT GREENE THE CONFIDENT SCIENTIST by ALEXIS I DID NOT ASK OF LIFE by ALICE BAKER THE MAID VAR MY BRIDE by WILLIAM BARNES |