Men Say They Know Many Things
Men say they know many things,
But lo’ they have taken wings, —
The arts and sciences,
And a thousand appliances,
The wind that blows
Is all that any body knows
This poem is in the public domain.
O Nature! I do not aspire
To be the highest in thy quire,—
To be a meteor in the sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
Only a zephyr that may blow
Among the reeds by the river low;
Give me thy most privy place
Where to run my airy race.
My love must be as free
As is the eagle’s wing,
Hovering o’er land and sea
And everything
I must not dim my eye
In thy saloon,
I must not leave my sky
And nightly moon
My life has been the poem I would have writ
But I could not both live and utter it.