OH, let me out into the starlight night — My soul is stifling — and my thoughts need room! Away with petty aims that dwarf and blight And down with false desires that work for doom! Out here — out here the wind is wondrous sweet, And cool caresses fan my fevered face; My gaze can reach where stars and stillness meet And vastness holds me in its wide embrace. Ah, here at last my sordid soul is pure — Unworthy thoughts slip from me one by one, And naught but highest purposes endure — With lower things I am forever done! Oh, may I but absorb within my life The purity and grandeur of this hour — And so, 'mid days of tumult and of strife, Stand steadfast in the consciousness of power! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN PROMISES LIKE A PIE-CRUST by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 64 by PHILIP SIDNEY A DESCRIPTION OF LONDON by JOHN BANCKS DRAMATIC IDYLS: 2ND SERIES. EPILOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING |