HOW lonely is vast Freedom! I may go, Or come, or sit in the still house of thought, All idleness, unseeking and unsought, From the gray morn to noon, to evening's glow; None shall reprove, if vacant hands I show, Or question why the task remains unwrought; Or done, or never done, 'twill be as naught, To every creature on the earth below. How lonely is vast Freedom! I were fain To follow any who would be my liege; To say, "Do this," or, "To the world's end ride!" I am as he who once sought all in vain To enter his loved city, in her siege; "How lone is Freedom!" at her gate he cried. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF DEAD ACTORS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY CELIA'S HOMECOMING by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON THE GLORIOUS TOUCHDOWN by GEORGE ADE WRITTEN ON THE LEAVES OF A FAN by FRANCIS ATTERBURY FACTORY-GIRL by MAXWELL BODENHEIM AN EPISTLE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: PROGRESS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |