On the shore of an island far away, Stood a spirited youth, one summer day, And thus he moaned to the moaning sea: "Ah, sad is the fate that falls to me! The cruel waves that around me roar, They bind me down to this petty shore. Oh, were I once on the other side, I'd seek the lion, and tame his pride! And after the royal beast was slain, As king of the Beasts, in his place, I'd reign! Ah, sad is our lot when a cruel fate Represses and chains the brave and great!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAPPER KAPLINSKI AT THE NORTH SIDE CUE CLUB by HAYDEN CARRUTH I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER THE CHANT OF THE VULTURES by EDWIN MARKHAM DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE |