The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!

Here, the author brings his attention to himself. His imagination measures the long awaited autonomy he has been waiting for. He desires to be swept by the wind to conquer freedom. He uses metaphors such as dead leaf, swift cloud, and wave to describe the calm movement made by the wind. He thinks about what it would be like to be those things at the mercy of the power of the wind. He admires the strength of the strong wind. The quote means that the wind acts on its impulse and its strength is uncontrollable. He wants to experience total freedom drifting away from the real world.

-Faye Alice

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