On the shore of an island far away, Stood a spirited youth, one summer day, And thus he moaned to the moaning sea: "Ah, sad is the fate that falls to me! The cruel waves that around me roar, They bind me down to this petty shore. Oh, were I once on the other side, I'd seek the lion, and tame his pride! And after the royal beast was slain, As king of the Beasts, in his place, I'd reign! Ah, sad is our lot when a cruel fate Represses and chains the brave and great!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLOUGHER [OR PLOWER] by PADRAIC COLUM TO COLIN CLOUT by ANTHONY MUNDAY SONNET: TO SLEEP by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES PEACE PICTURES by ELIZABETH I. BARNES THE LADY UNKNOWN by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |