THE northern woods are delicately sweet, The lake is folded softly by the shore, But I am restless for the subway's roar, The thunder and the hurrying of feet. I try to sleep, but still my eyelids beat Against the image of the tower that bore Me high aloft, as if thru heaven's door I watched the world from God's unshaken seat. I would go back and breathe with quickened sense The tunnel's strong hot breath of powdered steel; But at the ferries I should leave the tense Dark air behind, and I should mount and be One among many who are thrilled to feel The first keen sea-breath from the open sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOWER'S SONG by ANDREW MARVELL THE TEARES OF THE MUSES by EDMUND SPENSER LIVE BLINDLY; SONNET by TRUMBULL STICKNEY PENISKEE by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON I WOULD NOT LIFT THY VEIL by A. LOUISE ASHWORTH TO THE APENNINES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |