Do not seek to confine my spirit within this small enclosure. I, who would fly to the utmost parts of the world And taste with eager thirst the vast unknown, Can bear no anchors. Do not weigh me down with worldly fears, Nor lean upon me with your woes. This frail substance, called my body, Will waste and die at contemplation of your tears. Say, rather, open with the doors, and let loose the chains That fetter me upon this earthly plane. I must be on my way to higher spheres Ere daylight wanes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLOSSOM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE CANCIONEROS: 2 by CRISTOBAL DE CASTILLEJO A BROOK IN THE CITY by ROBERT FROST THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 10. THE PALATINE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE PAGODA by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE MOURNING MOTHER by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO RALPH LEYCESTER, ESQ., IN ANSWER TO A LETTER by JOHN BYROM |