Song out of Midian


Stanza 8 (Pop Up)

Re-read stanza 8.

I have never chained your limbs, Astair;
free as the winds that whirl, Go if you wish.
The doors are wide,
since less to you is an empire's pride
Than the open lands where the tribesmen ride,
wooing the desert girl.

Instructions for the Quiz

Choose the word that changes the meaning of the poem the least.