CLOUDS in the skies above, hastily scurrying Over blue steppes, in a pearly row endlessly, Are you, as I am, to banishment hurrying, From the lov'd North to the South going friendlessly? Who is compelling you? Destiny's ruthlessness? Envy concealed? or discover'd iniquity? Or is it friends with a venomous truthlessness? Is it the burden of sinful obliquity? No! you are weary of fields lying wastingly.... Strangers to passion and strangers to punishment, Always at liberty, cold everlastingly, You have no country, you know not of banishment! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WOMAN'S QUESTION by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER CROSSING THE BAR by ALFRED TENNYSON A COWBOY ALONE WITH HIS CONSCIENCE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS LOST ART by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AND LOCUSTS BLOOM TOMORROW by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL PSALM 84 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO A CHILD by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |