Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FLEEING AWAY, by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar Last Line: Is the higher self that I long to be. Alternate Author Name(s): Wilson, Robert, Mrs. Subject(s): Dreams; Hearts; Life; Night; Thought; Nightmares; Bedtime; Thinking | ||||||||
My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar, Higher and higher on soul-lent wings; But ever and often, and more and more They are dragged down earthward by little things, By little troubles and little needs, As a lark might be tangled among the weeds. My purpose is not what it ought to be, Steady and fixed, like a star on high, But more like a fisherman's light at sea; Hither and thither it seems to fly -- Sometimes feeble, and sometimes bright, Then suddenly lost in the gloom of night. My life is far from my dream of life -- Calmly contented, serenely glad; But, vexed and worried by daily strife, It is always troubled, and ofttimes sad -- And the heights I had thought I should reach one day Grow dimmer and dimmer, and farther away. My heart finds never the longed-for rest; Its worldly striving, its greed for gold, Chilled and frightened the calm-eyed guest Who sometimes sought me in days of old; And ever fleeing away from me Is the higher self that I long to be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MILLE ET UN SENTIMENTS (PREMIERS CENTS) by DENISE DUHAMEL SUNDAY AFTERNOON by CLARENCE MAJOR I BROOD ABOUT SOME CONCEPTS, FOR EXAMPLE by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER EASY LESSONS IN GEOPHAGY by KENNETH REXROTH GENTLEMEN, I ADDRESS YOU PUBLICLY by KENNETH REXROTH |
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