Far over seas an island is Whereon when day is done A grove of tossing palms Are printed on the sun. And all about the reefy shore Blue breakers flash and fall. There shall I go, methinks, When I am done with all. Have I no castle then in Spain, No island of the mind, Where I can turn and go again When life shall prove unkind? Up, sluggard soul! and far from here Our mountain forest seek; Or nigh enchanted island, steer Down the desired creek. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS THE EXILE'S SONG by ROBERT GILFILLAN CALMNESS OF THE SUBLIME by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY STANZAS, COMPOSED WHILE WALKING ON WARREN HILL, EARLY SUMMER'S MORNING by BERNARD BARTON |