@oristarA,
oristarA wrote:
Old longings nomadic leap,
Chafing at custom's chain;
Again from its brumal sleep,
Wakens the ferine strain.
Here's how I'd restate it.
Repressed longings sometimes rise up like nomads who have been in camp
too long. The customs and restrictions of society can be as irritating as
a chain is to a prisoner. There is a wild streak within that rouses like a
bear after hibernation.
Hmmm . . .
I'm not sure that's any better.