When first my bosom glowed with hope, I gaz'd as from a mountain top On some delightful plain; But oh! how transient was the scene -- It fled as though it had not been, And all my hopes were vain. How oft this tantalizing blaze Has led me through deception's maze; My friend became my foe -- Then like a plaintive dove I mourn'd, To bitter all my sweets were turn'd, And tears began to flow. Why was the dawning of my birth Upon this vile accursed earth, Which is but pain to me? Oh! that my soul had winged its flight, When first I saw the morning light, To worlds of liberty! Come melting Pity from afar And break this vast, enormous bar Between a wretch and thee; Purchase a few short days of time, And bid a vassal rise sublime On wings of liberty. Is it because my skin is black, That thou should'st be so dull and slack, And scorn to set me free? Then let me hasten to the grave, The only refuge for the slave, Who mourns for liberty. The wicked cease from trouble there; No more I'd languish or despair -- The weary there can rest. Oppression's voice is heard no more, Drudg'ry and pain, and toil are o'er. Yes! there I shall be blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SACRIFICE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE SONNET by RICHARD WATSON GILDER THE RAGGED WOOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO --, WITH ARTHUR AND ALBINA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS THE FLOWER-GATHERERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A DREAM OF GOOD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |