VERY well, you liberals, And navigators into realms intellectual, You sailors through heights imaginative, Blown about by erratic currents, tumbling into air pockets, You Margaret Fuller Slacks, Petits, And Tennessee Claflin Shopes -- You found with all your boasted wisdom How hard at the last it is To keep the soul from splitting into cellular atoms. While we, seekers of earth's treasures, Getters and hoarders of gold, Are self-contained, compact, harmonized, Even to the end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HARVEST SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY DESCRIPTION OF SPRING by HENRY HOWARD THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SON; SOUTHERN OHIO MARKET TOWN by FREDERICK RIDGELY TORRENCE MARGARET FULLER by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT |