“The Mind’s Liberty” by William H. Davies

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 Barium, that green pap in Gwent,
   With its dark nipple in a cloud.

William H. Davies' poem "The Mind's Liberty" was published in Georgian Poetry, 1913-1915. To read this poem in a digitized version of this publication, follow the links below:



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