I SAW not they were strange, the ways I roam, Until the music called, and called me thence, And tears stirred in my heart as tears may come To lonely children straying far from home, Who know not how they wandered so, nor whence. If I might follow far and far away Unto the country where these songs abide, I think my soul would wake and find it day, Would tell me who I am, and why I stray, -- Would tell me who I was before I died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOSTON COMMON: 1630 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE [MAY 24, 1883] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR ANIMAL TRANQUILITY AND DECAY; A SKETCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH IMPROMPTU LINES ON JULY FOURTH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |