MY soul has a sigh to be free, — To roam with the scented winds over The world, as a weariless rover, Alike on the land and the sea; My soul has a longing to be Loosed out with the night's mystery, On the fields of the flower and clover. My soul has a sighing to roam Where beauty's bright beacons are burning; To the garlanded gates I am turning That lead from these castles of loam To the limitless leagues of the nome Which the spirit has dreamed as its home In the happiest moments of yearning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PROPER NEW BALLAD [ENTITLED THE FAIRIES' FAREWELL] by RICHARD CORBET DEAD COW FARM by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE THREE KINGS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE CUCKOO (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |