BREAK, ties that bind me to this world of sense, Break, now, and loose me on the upper air: -- Those skies are blue; and that far dome is fair With prophecy of some divine, intense, Undreamed-of rapture. Ah, from thence I catch a music that my soul would snare With its strange sweetness; and I seem aware Of Life that waits to crown this life's suspense. I see -- I hear -- yet to this world I cling -- This fatal world of passion and unrest -- Where loss and pain jeer at each human bliss, As autumn mocks the fleetness of the spring, And each morn sees its sunset in the west -- Break, ties that bind me to a world like this! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVELATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LITTLE BOY FOUND, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A SEA SONG by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM FOOLIN' WID DE SEASONS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WINTER IN IRELAND by CHARLES BEWLEY DREAM ENCONTERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CROMWELL'S REFLECTIONS ON 'KILLING NO MURDER' by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |