I alone, the Heavens decide, gain full felicity. Pray whither shall I flee my happiness to hide? How fly the crooked thorn that, with malicious spine, is loth to free, untorn, this happy heart of mine? I bear, o'er the blasted heath where Joy doth wings supply, I bear along with my great happiness, to Death my iron laughter, rattle that undismayed doth roll, of deathless joys the chattel; my body and my soul. Quickly the goal I'd reach, softly descend the breeze. My laughter I would teach to the Eumenides. I am happy! I alone this gift from Fate could wring because my lyre has known how to sing everything. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...READY TO KILL by CARL SANDBURG THE LAMB, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE MIDNIGHT SKATERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ODE TO WISDOM by ELIZABETH CARTER ELEONORA; A PANEGYRICAL POEM by JOHN DRYDEN ON THE DEATH OF MR. PURCELL by JOHN DRYDEN THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S-NEST by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MR. BARNEY MAGUIRE'S ACCOUNT OF THE CORONATION by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |