Classic Poem

Spirit -

Throw me from this tall cliff — my wings are strong,
The hurricane is raging fierce and high,
My spirit pants, and all in heat I long
To struggle upward to a purer sky,
And tread the clouds above me rolling by:
Lo, thus into the buoyant air I leap
Confident, and exulting, at a bound,
Swifter than whirlwinds, happily to sweep
On fiery wing the reeling world around:
Off with my fetters! — who shall hold me back?
My path lies there — the lightning's sudden track,
O'er the blue concave of the fathomless deep, —
Thus can I spurn matter, and space, and time,
Soaring above the universe sublime.English