I'm very happy where I am, Far across the say -- I'm very happy far from home, In North Amerika. It's lonely in the night, when Pat Is sleeping by my side, I lie awake, and no one knows The big tears that I've cried; For a little voice still calls me back To my far, far counthrie, And nobody can hear it spake, Oh! nobody but me. There is a little spot of ground Behind the chapel wall, It's nothing but a tiny mound, Without a stone at all. It rises like my heart just now, It makes a dawny hill; It's from below the voice comes out, I cannot keep it still. Oh! little Voice; ye call me back To my far, far counthrie, And nobody can hear ye spake, Oh! nobody but me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CORNUCOPIA OF RED AND GREEN COMFITS by AMY LOWELL THE LIVING STARS by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE PRIESTHOOD by GEORGE HERBERT THE SPIRES OF OXFORD by WINIFRED MARY LETTS SUMMER. THE SECOND PASTORAL, OR ALEXIS by ALEXANDER POPE THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 2. THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TRACT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |