The Mind's Liberty
The mind, with its own eyes and ears, May for these others have no care; No matter where this body is, The mind is free to go elsewhere. My mind can be a sailor, when This body's still confined to land; And turn these mortals into trees, That walk in Fleet Street or the Strand. So, when I'm passing Charing Cross, Where porters work both night and day, I ofttimes hear sweet Malpas Brook, That flows thrice fifty miles away. And when I'm passing near St Paul's, I see, beyond the dome and crowd, Twm Barlum, that green pap in Gwent, With its dark nipple in a cloud.
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"The mind, with its own eyes and ears,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Henry Davies delivers a powerful performance in "The Mind's Liberty"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...