OUR boat to the waves go free, By the bending tide, where the curled wave breaks, Like the track of the wind on the white snowflakes: Away, away! 'T is a path o'er the sea. Blasts may rave, -- spread the sail, For our spirits can wrest the power from the wind, And the gray clouds yield to the sunny mind, Fear not we the whirl of the gale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND BALLADE AGAINST THE ENEMIES OF FRANCE by FRANCOIS VILLON SPRING, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE INVITATION TO LOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SOUND OF THE TREES by ROBERT FROST |