Cut loose a hundred rivers, Roaring across my trail, Swift as the lightning quivers, Loud as a mountain gale. I build me a boat of slivers; I weave me a sail of fur, And ducks may founder and die But I Cross that river to her! Bunch the deserts together, Hang three suns in the vault; Scorch the lizards to leather, Strangle the springs with salt. I fly with a buzzard feather, I dig me wells with a spur, And snakes may famish and fry But I Cross that desert to her! Murder my sleep with revel; Make me ride through the bogs Knee to knee with the devil, Just ahead of the dogs. I harrow the Bad Lands level, I teach the tiger to purr, For saints may wallow and lie But I Go clean-hearted to her! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT EPITAPH ON A HARE by WILLIAM COWPER NOTHING WILL DIE by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 63. AL-HAIY by EDWIN ARNOLD SALOME by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE SEVENTH AND EIGHTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |