Wind-riding clouds, now flying out of sight, Trail back an urge like that from open sea; Sheer distance and a wind in endless flight Outlive stray dreams devising what could be; Wide-opened way which leads to such expanse That dormant powers may come into their best, Renewing heart which broke of fitful chance -- Full-blooming that a modish rule suppressed. And this unrest which came to me half-known, Leans to the sweeping rush of wind, resigned Like pliant stems of alder trees half-grown; And then some awesome Presence -- not defined, Repels my reaching towards the veil, to know Where spirit breaking close confines will go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE GOADS HIMSELF by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A DOUBTFUL CHOICE by EDWARD DE VERE TOLEDO CAPTURED BY THE FRANKS by AL-ASSAL ADDRESS TO A STEAM-VESSEL by JOANNA BAILLIE PSALM 43. JUDICA ME DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MY AUTUMN WALK by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |