Forth I wander, forth I must, To a chamber in the dust. Here is freedom, all the worth Which I did not find on earth. Make my bed, for I am through; I have died as mortals do. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A LADY SINGING by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE FIGHTING RACE [FEBRUARY 16, 1898] by JOSEPH IGNATIUS CONSTANTINE CLARKE SONNET: DANTE (2) by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PROMISES LIKE A PIE-CRUST by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 31 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE IMAGE OF GOD by FRANCISCO DE ALDANA |