I LET my soul drift with the thistledown <br />Afloat upon the honeymooning breeze; <br />My thoughts about the swelling buds are blown, <br />Blown with the golden dust of flowering trees. <br /> <br />On fleeting gusts of desultory song, <br />I let my soul drift out into the Spring; <br />The Psyche flies and palpitates among <br />The palpitating creatures on the wing. <br /> <br />Go, happy Soul! run fluid in the wave, <br />Vibrate in light, escape thy natal curse; <br />Go forth no longer as my body-slave, <br />But as the heir of all the Universe. <br />Villa Borghese<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soul-drift/
