Beat, beat, wings of my heart, Stormy and swift as you will! Beat and break, but the walls of the world Will hold you captive still. Oh, the bird of the moon flies into the west To dip in the sun's lagoon, And, following her, the wild geese blur In the depths of a golden swoon. But, heart of mine, O bird of my heart, Tho' they curve to the sunken stars, You follow not with the strain of your wings, For between -- the iron bars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG FROM THE COPTIC by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE WELCOME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE DAIRYMAIDS TO PAN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TO THE LEANAN SIDHE (FAIRY MUSE) by THOMAS BOYD LAST WORDS ON GREECE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |