HOW lonely is vast Freedom! I may go, Or come, or sit in the still house of thought, All idleness, unseeking and unsought, From the gray morn to noon, to evening's glow; None shall reprove, if vacant hands I show, Or question why the task remains unwrought; Or done, or never done, 'twill be as naught, To every creature on the earth below. How lonely is vast Freedom! I were fain To follow any who would be my liege; To say, "Do this," or, "To the world's end ride!" I am as he who once sought all in vain To enter his loved city, in her siege; "How lone is Freedom!" at her gate he cried. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER TWO POEMS TO HANS THOMA ON HIS SIXIETH BIRTHDAY: 1. MOONLIGHT NIGHT by RAINER MARIA RILKE LIVE BLINDLY; SONNET by TRUMBULL STICKNEY WILLIE AND HELEN by HEW AINSLIE A LAMENT FOR PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |