TO come back from the sweet South, to the North Where I was born, bred, look to die; Come back to do my day's work in its day, Play out my play -- Amen, amen, say I. To see no more the country half my own, Nor hear the half familiar speech, Amen, I say; I turn to that bleal North Whence I came forth -- The South lies out of reach. But when our swallows fly back to the South, To the sweet South, to the sweet South, The tears may come again into my eyes On the old wise, And the sweet name to my mouth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by SABINE BARING-GOULD ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) MEDITATION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SONNET (1) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |