I BEAR a joy, a lofty joy, Within my heart, oft aching; No fear doth ever it alloy, When thoughts free flight are taking. They flutter like the birds, while swings Their flight throughout earth gleaming, And bear upon their dainty wings The sweetest of all dreaming. They mock at doors and bars and bolts, And all the blows Fate looses; My merry little choir of thoughts Can love whate'er it chooses. And though my feet through life are led Down poverty's bare pathway, My merry band of thoughts will tread The street of highest beauty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM ABROAD by ROBERT BROWNING THOUGHTS OF PHENA AT NEWS OF HER DEATH by THOMAS HARDY THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT SONNET by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ADLESTROP by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS NOVEMBER, 1806 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MARCH MADNESS ON EDGEWATER HILL by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL ON A PRESSED FLOWER IN MY CPOY OF KEATS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |