HE ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW LOVE AND OLD by SARA TEASDALE PINE-TREES AND THE SKY: EVENING by RUPERT BROOKE THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE by WALT WHITMAN THE METEMPSYCHOSIS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |