I AM a cloud in the heaven's height, The stars are lit for my delight, Tireless and changeful, swift and free, I cast my shadow on hill and sea-- But why do the pines on the mountain's crest Call to me always, "Rest, rest"? I throw my mantle over the moon And I blind the sun on his throne at noon, Nothing can tame me, nothing can bind, I am a child of the heartless wind-- But oh the pines on the mountain's crest Whispering always, "Rest, rest." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCUM O' THE EARTH' by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER THE MAYFLOWERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PROMETHEUS UNBOUND: THE RED SEA by AESCHYLUS THE HUMBLE PETITION OF BRUAR WATER by ROBERT BURNS MAKE BELIEVE (1) by ALICE CARY FIRST OF MAY IN NEW YORK (CHATHAM GARDEN, 1825) by ROBERT STEVENSON COFFIN |