O ye who ride upon the wandering gale, And silently, yet swiftly pass away -- I love to view you, when the glimmering ray Of early morning tints your forms so pale, Or when meek twilight gleams above the steep, As in fantastic changeful shapes ye fly Far in the west, -- when smiles the summer sky, Or when rough wintry winds with fury sweep Along the hill your darkly-frowning forms, All desolate and gloomy as my heart. Ah! could I but from this sad earth depart And wander careless as the roving storms Amidst your shadowy scenes -- borne by the wind, Far I would fly, and leave my woes behind! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW OUT WHERE THE WEST BEGINS by ARTHUR CHAPMAN REVELATION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE SPELT FROM SIBYL'S LEAVES by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE THREE KINGS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 2 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 19. SILENT NOON by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |