I long To sweep the sky On the shoulders of the Night-wind, in search of hidden stars And purple mist. I pray For wings of birds That glisten in sunlight, And flutter over black hilltops Scattering songs. I go Alone, dreaming Where spurting winds steal great Blue-sheets of ocean tide roaring On some strange shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAIRY CHILD by JOHN ANSTER JACOBITE'S TOAST (TO AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY) by JOHN BYROM BEPPO: A VENETIAN STORY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SOLDIER: TWENTIETH CENTURY by ISAAC ROSENBERG SUMMER (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO MY FIRST LOVE, MY MOTHER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |