All crying, "We will go with you, O Wind!" The foliage follow him, leaf and stem; But a sleep oppresses them as they go, And they end by bidding him stay with them. Since every they flung abroad in spring The leaves have promised themselves this flight, Who now would fain seek sheltering wall, Or thicket, or hollow place for the night. And now they answer the summoning blast With an ever vaguer and vaguer stir, Or at utmost a little reluctant whirl That drops them no further than where they were. I only hope that when I am free, As they are free, to go in quest Of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life It may not seem better to me to rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MOTHER'S LOVE by JAMES MONTGOMERY AN EARNEST SUIT [TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS NOT TO FORESAKE HIM] by THOMAS WYATT THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PRAYER FOR A CITY CHILD by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH ALEC YEATON'S SON; GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |