My thoughts came drifting down the Prison where I lay -- Through the Windows of their Wings the stars were shining -- The wings bore me away -- the russet Wings and grey With feathers like the moon-bleached Flowers -- I was a God reclining: Beneath me lay my Body's Chain and all the Dragons born of Pain As I burned through the Prison Roof to walk on Pavement Shining. The Wild Wind of Liberty swept through my Hair and sang beyond: I heard the Souls of men asleep chattering in the Eaves And rode on topmost Boughs of Heaven's single-moon-fruited Silver Wand, Night's unifying Tree whereof the central Stars be leaves -- O Thoughts, Thoughts, Thoughts, -- Fire-angel-birds relent less -- Will you not brood in God's Star-tree and leave Red Heart tormentless! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 2 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE by WALT WHITMAN NEW YEAR'S EVE by GEORGE ARNOLD THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 7. LESSON FOR THE PROUD by T. BAKER THE VALLEY OF FERN: PART 1 by BERNARD BARTON THE LAST MAN: METAPHOR OF RAIN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE ARCIERI OF MICHELANGELO by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |