I LET my soul drift with the thistledown Afloat upon the honeymooning breeze; My thoughts about the swelling buds are blown, Blown with the golden dust of flowering trees. On fleeting gusts of desultory song, I let my soul drift out into the Spring; The Psyche flies and palpitates among The palpitating creatures on the wing. Go, happy Soul! run fluid in the wave, Vibrate in light, escape thy natal curse; Go forth no longer as my body-slave, But as the heir of all the Universe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HATCHING; FOR DAW AUNG SAN SUU KYI by KAREN SWENSON THE HOUSE OF DREAMS by SARA TEASDALE EARLY RISING by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE SON; SOUTHERN OHIO MARKET TOWN by FREDERICK RIDGELY TORRENCE SONNET: 9. TO THE RIVER LODON by THOMAS WARTON THE YOUNGER FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 1. MRS. VERNON CASTLE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |