OH, let me out into the starlight night — My soul is stifling — and my thoughts need room! Away with petty aims that dwarf and blight And down with false desires that work for doom! Out here — out here the wind is wondrous sweet, And cool caresses fan my fevered face; My gaze can reach where stars and stillness meet And vastness holds me in its wide embrace. Ah, here at last my sordid soul is pure — Unworthy thoughts slip from me one by one, And naught but highest purposes endure — With lower things I am forever done! Oh, may I but absorb within my life The purity and grandeur of this hour — And so, 'mid days of tumult and of strife, Stand steadfast in the consciousness of power! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLILOQUY OF A TURKEY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CRICKET by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN A POEM OF SPRING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS COMPLAINS OF THE COURT by PHILIP AYRES THREE STEPS by KATHARINE LEE BATES PHILLY AND WILLY - A DUET by ROBERT BURNS ELEGY ON MR. WILLIAM SMITH: MR. SMITH IS DEAD by THOMAS CHATTERTON |