THE light that fills thy house at morn, Thou canst not for thyself retain; But all who with thee here are born, It bids to share an equal gain. The wind that blows thy ship along, Her swelling sails cannot confine; Alike to all the gales belong, Nor canst thou claim a breath as thine. The earth, the green out-spreading earth, Why hast thou fenced it off from me? Hadst thou than I a nobler birth, Who callest thine a gift so free? The wave, the blue encircling wave, No chains can bind, no fetters hold; Its thunders tell of Him who gave What none can ever buy for gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN: DEDICATION [OR, INVOCATION] by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE YANKEE PRIVATEER by ARTHUR HALE ILLUSIONS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON NEW FRIENDS AND OLD FRIENDS by JOSEPH PARRY TWO SONGS FROM THE PERSIAN: 2 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN THE WHITE LAND by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT |