To Be Able to Fly
While at the beach Tuesday, I found myself encircled by a flock of seagulls. The following poem by William Wordsworth is about skylarks but it describes beautifully my feelings of wanting to fly with them and glide upon the wind.
To A Sky-Lark
Up with me! up with me into the clouds!
For thy song, Lark, is strong;
Up with me, up with me into the clouds!
Singing, singing,
With all the heav'ns about thee ringing,
Lift me, guide me, till I find
That spot which seems so to thy mind!
I have walk'd through wildernesses dreary,
And today my heart is weary;
Had I now the soul of a Faery,
Up to thee would I fly.
There is madness about thee, and joy divine
In that song of thine;
Up with me, up with me, high and high,
To thy banqueting-place in the sky!
Joyous as Morning,
Thou art laughing and scorning;
Thou hast a nest, for thy love and thy rest:
And, though little troubled with sloth,
Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth
To be such a Traveller as I.
Happy, happy Liver!
With a soul as strong as a mountain River,
Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver,
Joy and jollity be with us both!
Hearing thee, or else some other,
As merry a Brother,
I on the earth will go plodding on,
By myself, chearfully, till the day is done.
4 Comments:
It's beautiful, Karen. Simply beautiful.
esther,
Thank yuo.
Love the poem and the birds pic.
Sad that only a few of us can just enjoy life.
felis,
You can't help but enjoy life by going to the beach!
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