I hedge rebellious grasses in, But when shall ownership begin? The spider spins her silver bars Between me and the cosmos' stars, And ere I waken is astir To write revolt in gossamer! With beady and foreboding eye The turtle peers as I go by: The shell that shuts him in is stout -- Stronger the code that shuts me out! What dauntless and primeval stock Makes yonder stone its council-rock? What old- indomitable breed Takes this low bush for Runnymede? Races whose titles run from God Dispute my warrant to the sod! I am Intrusion! I am Danger! Familiar, but for aye -- the Stranger! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE GREATER TESTAMENT (XXII, XXIII, AND XXVI) by FRANCOIS VILLON DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE FOR WOLFRAM by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES BALLADE OF SCHOPENHAUER'S PHILOSOPHY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ACHARNIANS: IN PRAISE OF THE POET by ARISTOPHANES THE PASQUE FLOWER by STELLA PFEIFFER BAISCH LINES WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TWELVE SONNETS: 5. GLAD SEASONS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |