I would my soul were like the bird <br />That dares the vastness undeterred. <br />Look, where the bluebird on the bough <br />Breaks into rapture even now! <br />He sings, tip-top, the tossing elm <br />As tho he would a world o’erwhelm. <br />Indifferent to the void he rides <br />Upon the wind’s eternal tides. <br /> <br />He tosses gladly on the gale, <br />For well he knows he can not fail— <br />Knows if the bough breaks, still his wings <br />Will bear him upward while he sings!<br /><br />Edwin Markham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-daring-one/
