COME, come, with us for a last wild fling, For the blue skies call and the west winds sing, On a hidden harp they play and sing, And they've set our hearts a-dancing. Dance, dance, with us in the swirling breeze, We have served our year with the sober trees At the west wind's call we've left our trees, For they set our hearts a-dancing. Ride, ride with us on the wind's wild mares And the swiftest race to the one who dares, And a rushing pace to him who dares, For the coursers' hoofs are prancing. Fly, fly with us in the fierce wind's breath, For the snows come soon, then slumbering death, When the cold snows come and icy death, They shall freeze our hearts a-dancing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS OF TRAVEL: 45. TO S.R. CROCKETT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LIVE BLINDLY; SONNET by TRUMBULL STICKNEY PENITENTIAL PSALM: 130. DE PROFUNDIS by THOMAS WYATT ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 16. TO CALEB HARDINGE, M.D. by MARK AKENSIDE PRODIGAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 22 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |