FREE is my heart from every weight, No care now cumbers me; O Nature, thou art grand and great, And beautiful to see! Our boat goes dancing o'er the wave, The rudder-track behind; And yonder rise the mountains brave; Blow fresh, blow fresh, thou wind! What is this? Mine eyes are burning! Golden dreams, are ye returning? Vanish, golden though you be! Here is love and life for me. The spray of the water Like star-showers is blown; The mists they draw upwards, From each mountain throne, The morning wind ripples The reach of the bay, And the trees in the mirror Are dancing alway. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VANTAGE POINT by ROBERT FROST BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE POET'S SONG FOR HIS WIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER AGAINST IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF by ISAAC WATTS THE SCHOLARS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON THE AMOROUS AND PATHETIC STORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA by L. B. |