I am free, I've broken the halter, The shackles of childish shame. I am free, and I shall not falter; In vain you are trying to tame My fiery spirit, with looks that sting, With tales of Satan and Hell, For still in my budding heart will ring The call of the vagrant's bell. Far sweeter to me are the pleasures, Of the fleet, yet gorgeous fires, Than the firm, but paler measures Of your steadfast and calm desires. And you say that life is sorrow, And that youth is a fleeting ray,— I may go to Hell to-morrow, But I am in Heaven to-day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE GOING AND STAYING by THOMAS HARDY VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1884 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FRATER AVE ATQUE VALE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MORAL FABLES: THE TRIAL OF THE FOX by AESOP LATE AUTUMN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |