I am wed, but not to flesh The mountain calls and the blood in me Leaps like a passionate wind-blown spray That is whipped and lashed by a homing sea. I am bound, but not as men Would know, or care if they understood, I am held by a lofty hill My heart bleeds out its dream in a wood. I am wed, to the peaks and the heights Oh I would sing where the sun laughs last Nothing is mine, yet all I hold Future and present and grinning past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BREAK OF DAY IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE TROOP SHIP by ISAAC ROSENBERG A TRIBUTE TO DAD by CLARA MCKEE BEEDE HYMN TO HORUS by MATHILDE BLIND THE INVENTORY, IN ANSWER TO ... SURVEYOR OF TXAES by ROBERT BURNS MAKING CANNON IN BETHLEHEM by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS |