Dear little exile from woodlands dear, How can you keep your wilderness grace, How can you bound so merrily here, Shut in this narrow and formal place? Still your fancies are forest-free, Still as gallant you swing and glide From dusty tree to skeleton tree As once you roamed through the woodlands wide. Surely you must, on a witching night, Flee from the prisoning haunts of men, Over the housetops take your flight, And bathe yourself in the woods again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A FLORIDA GHOST by SIDNEY LANIER TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR |