I would be wandering in distant fields Where man, and bird, and beast, lives leisurely, And the old earth is kind, and ever yields Her goodly gifts to all her children free; Where life is fairer, lighter, less demanding, And boys and girls have time and space for play Before they come to years of understanding- Somewhere I would be singing, far away. For life is greater than the thousand wars Men wage for it in their insatiate lust, And will remain like the eternal stars, When all that shines to-day is drift and dust But I am bound with you in your mean graves, O black men, simple slaves of ruthless slaves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK THE CITY AT THE END OF THINGS by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 5 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SON by SU SHIH THE WATERS OF LETHE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE POOLS OF PEACE by JOAN CAMPBELL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. THE WIND CHANTS WELL TO-DAY by EDWARD CARPENTER |