Rebellion
George Soule
Sing me no song of the wind and rain—The wind and the rain are better.I’ll swing to the road on the gusty plainWithout any load,And shatter your fetter.And when you sing of the strange, bright sea,I’ll leave your dark little singingFor the plunging shore where foam leaps freeAnd long waves roarAnd gulls go winging.Sorrow-dark ladies you’ve dreamed afar;I stay not to hear their praises.But here is a woman you cannot mar,In life arrayed;Her spirit blazes.I shall not stiffen and die in your songs,Flatten between your pages,But trample the earth and jostle the throngs,Try out life’s worth—And burst all cages!
Sing me no song of the wind and rain—The wind and the rain are better.I’ll swing to the road on the gusty plainWithout any load,And shatter your fetter.And when you sing of the strange, bright sea,I’ll leave your dark little singingFor the plunging shore where foam leaps freeAnd long waves roarAnd gulls go winging.Sorrow-dark ladies you’ve dreamed afar;I stay not to hear their praises.But here is a woman you cannot mar,In life arrayed;Her spirit blazes.I shall not stiffen and die in your songs,Flatten between your pages,But trample the earth and jostle the throngs,Try out life’s worth—And burst all cages!
Sing me no song of the wind and rain—The wind and the rain are better.I’ll swing to the road on the gusty plainWithout any load,And shatter your fetter.
Sing me no song of the wind and rain—
The wind and the rain are better.
I’ll swing to the road on the gusty plain
Without any load,
And shatter your fetter.
And when you sing of the strange, bright sea,I’ll leave your dark little singingFor the plunging shore where foam leaps freeAnd long waves roarAnd gulls go winging.
And when you sing of the strange, bright sea,
I’ll leave your dark little singing
For the plunging shore where foam leaps free
And long waves roar
And gulls go winging.
Sorrow-dark ladies you’ve dreamed afar;I stay not to hear their praises.But here is a woman you cannot mar,In life arrayed;Her spirit blazes.
Sorrow-dark ladies you’ve dreamed afar;
I stay not to hear their praises.
But here is a woman you cannot mar,
In life arrayed;
Her spirit blazes.
I shall not stiffen and die in your songs,Flatten between your pages,But trample the earth and jostle the throngs,Try out life’s worth—And burst all cages!
I shall not stiffen and die in your songs,
Flatten between your pages,
But trample the earth and jostle the throngs,
Try out life’s worth—
And burst all cages!