I AM a voice singing the song of deliverance— Centuries long, centuries long, floating aloft in ecstasy. Surprised at myself—to find myself looking out on this landscape here—to be engaged on these occupations and plans which people call mine, but which are not mine at all—to be living in this house which it is nothing to me whether I live in it or not—to be fretting myself with these and these anxieties and cares—to be this limited and foolish mortal that I am; Yet again at intervals soaring aloft, going back again to my home in the sky, To sing for all time The song of joy—of deliverance. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAVES FIRST by CARL PHILLIPS THE MARCH INTO VIRGINIA by HERMAN MELVILLE O MAGNET-SOUTH by WALT WHITMAN ETERNITY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 39, VERSE 5 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LINES WRITTEN ON A TUMBLER by ROBERT BURNS |