The right to make my dreams come true I ask, nay, I demand of life, Nor shall fate's deadly contraband Impede my steps, nor countermand. Too long my heart against the ground Has beat the dusty years around, And now, at length, I rise, I wake! And stride into the morning-break! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS DOMESDAY BOOK: AT NICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |