Restless ever-moving winds that blow so swiftly bring my destiny to me, I can but wait and never more be free nor know the peace that other mortals know; my life must be the savage intermittent flow of mountain streams that wildly seek the sea and having found it then must cease to be because the greater Force would ever have it so... But though it twists and tears upon its way and sometimes lies in murky stagnant pools the surging force that is my soul will somehow reach an everlasting day and shining clear will pass a million fools to become at last an endless loving Whole. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAWYER'S WAYS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SEAWEED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1725 by JONATHAN SWIFT HYMN ON SOLITUDE by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) PSALM 69 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE GWIN, KING OF NORWAY by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 113, TO ONE WITH HIS SONNETS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |