Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FLIGHT, by MARGARET ANNIS BELL First Line: Yesterday I ran away Last Line: Of angels held fast in our hands. | ||||||||
Yesterday I ran away To play with the gods. They carried me high Where the cool-fingered sky Brushed our cheeks; and the peaks Flattened low, held their snow Like pillows for a lonely head. Faintly we heard The voice of a bird From the tip of our ship; And his song soared along Like a heart in the whirr of our wings. A radiant world Was swiftly unfurled At our feet; and the heat Of the sun as we spun Made a dancing, a shimmering haze. Lakes and streams Were silvery gleams, Strips of bright slips; And the trees were like seas Of malachite carved by a God. Down with the feel Of earth to our keel; With Heaven, like leaven, Light in our hearts; and the darts Of angels held fast in our hands. | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER HILL BATTLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY; A PATHETIC BALLAD by THOMAS HOOD AN ODE IN IMITATION OF ALCAEUS by WILLIAM JONES TO MY MOTHER by EDGAR ALLAN POE AN ELECTIVE COURSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH INTAGLIOS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |
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