I AM a voice singing the song of deliverance— Centuries long, centuries long, floating aloft in ecstasy. Surprised at myself—to find myself looking out on this landscape here—to be engaged on these occupations and plans which people call mine, but which are not mine at all—to be living in this house which it is nothing to me whether I live in it or not—to be fretting myself with these and these anxieties and cares—to be this limited and foolish mortal that I am; Yet again at intervals soaring aloft, going back again to my home in the sky, To sing for all time The song of joy—of deliverance. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILLOW POEM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BELEAGUERED CITY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A REASONABLE AFFLICTION (1) by MATTHEW PRIOR NOCTURNE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER BLACK ROSES by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. A WEDDING MARCH by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CROSS-CURRENTS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE FOURTH SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |