I have not so much emulated the birds that musically sing, I have abandon'd myself to flights, broad circles. The hawk, the seagull, have far more possess'd me than the canary or mocking-bird, I have not felt to warble and trill, however sweetly, I have felt to soar in freedom and in the fullness of power, joy, volition. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE by THOMAS HARDY SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON I AM THE WAY' by ALICE MEYNELL DAFFODILS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE GEATE A-VALLEN TO by WILLIAM BARNES THE MESSENGER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO THE DECEASED AUTHOR, UPON THE PROMISCUOUS PRINTING OF HIS POEMS by THOMAS BROWNE RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY; OR, TURF AND TOWERS: PART 3 by ROBERT BROWNING |