SHORT POEMS 1895-1908
Invitation
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With wind and the weather beating round me Up to the hill and the moorland I go. Who will come with me? Who will climb with me? Wade
through the brook and tramp through the snow? Not in the petty circle of cities Cramped by your doors and your walls I dwell; Over me God is blue in the welkin, Against
me the wind and the storm rebel. I sport with solitude here in my regions, Of misadventure have made me a friend. Who would live largely? Who would live freely? Here to the wind-swept uplands ascend.
I am the Spirit of freedom and pride Stark must he be and a kinsman to danger Who shares my kingdom and walks at my side. Page-39 |