HIGHER, higher, farther away, Swing me—swing me—swing me! Up to the tree-top, up to the sky, So that none other has swung so high! I will out-fly the bees and the birds and the winds. I will out-soar the song of the lark. I will reach to the clouds. I will shout in blue space. I will laugh in the shadowy silver face Of the moon, as she sits in the dark! Oh, higher, oh, higher, oh, farther away, Swing me—swing me—swing me! See how I cleave the dim air in my flight, Like a dart from an unseen bow. See how I leap through the gloom of the night, Like a vision of sudden and sweetest delight Shot through a lifetime of woe. Upward, upward, upward alway, Like a spirit set free from its prison of clay, That speeds through the ether away and away To a world that none else of us know— Oh, higher, oh, higher, oh, farther away Swing me—swing me—swing me! No higher? No higher? No higher? Oh, swing me—swing me—swing me! Can I stop so far short of my nearest desire? Is it so childish, so vain, to aspire? Oh, swing me, and swing me, and swing me! I would soar far above me. Oh, help if you love me! Oh, lend me the charm of love's powerful arm! Nay, faster and faster! Oh, farther, I pray! Can the dream end so soon? I was more than half-way, Oh, swing me! Oh, swing me! Oh, swing me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 6 by CONRAD AIKEN VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON DINNER IN A QUICK LUNCH ROOM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE VILLAGE by HAYDEN CARRUTH POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE POET SPEAKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |