Sometimes I long for a lazy isle, Ten thousand miles from home, Where the warm sun shines and the blue skies smile And the milk-white breakers foam— A coral island, bravely set In the midst of the Southern sea, Away from hurry and noise and fret Forever surrounding me! For I tire of labor and care and fight, And I weary of plan and scheme, And ever and ever my thoughts take flight To the island of my dream. And I fancy drowsing the whole day long In a hammock that gently swings— Away from the clamorous, toiling throng, Away from the swirl of things. And yet I know in a little while, When the first glad hours were spent, I'd sicken and tire of my lazy isle And cease to be content! I'd hear the call of the world's great game— The battle with gold and men— And I'd sail once more, with a heart of flame, Back to the whirl again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIRGE FOR A SOLDIER [SEPTEMBER 1, 1862] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER THE WEATHER-COCK POINTS SOUTH by AMY LOWELL THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE ABANDONED by MATHILDE BLIND FIRST RHYMES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |