Well-away and be it so, To the stranger let them go. Even cheerfully I yield Pasture, orchard, mowing-field, Yea and wish him all the gain I required of them in vain. Yea and I can yield him house, Barn, and shed, with rat and mouse To dispute possession of. These I can unlearn to love. Since I cannot help it? Good! Only be it understood, It shall be no trespassing If I come again some spring In the grey disguise of years, Seeking ache of memory here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTLE WOOD by EMILY JANE BRONTE RAIN MUSIC by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. HOPEFULLY WAITING by ANSON DAVIES FITZ RANDOLPH AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS; SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE TOY BALLOONS by EDNA BECKER SONG OF SOLOMON: AWAKE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |