So tangled are my days and ways, I look for my lost yesterdays, Since @3he@1 is gone. O winter's reign, be overpast, To turn me to my hills at last, And find him there! He knew the wind-flowers in their place, Perhaps they saw him face to face, As he passed by! And when the phlox shall come again, There will be balm for all my pain And I shall find Him in the old, accustomed nook, The pine-trees' shade, the open book, Red robes upon his knee! Oh, wild woods, wet with silver dew, His heart was in the West with you; With me he strayed! Ye blessed hills that gave him rest, May I not find him on your breast, Asleep and safe! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SERVICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IF DEATH IS KIND by SARA TEASDALE THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST THE SLAVE AUCTION by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER FRAGMENTS OF A LOST GNOSTIC POEM OF THE 12TH CENTURY by HERMAN MELVILLE TO - (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |