AFTER the mighty levels of the West, The far horizon and the open quest, -- Back to the land of mists and memories, Hooded with trees and topped by dappled skies, Back to the valleys, whence the sun upclomb The hills of home! Now let my dead youth have her way with me; This is a dream-while; I am glad to be Penned in by orchards, set about with pines, Lured down long vistas that the soul divines; The West anon, -- boylike to-day I roam The hills of home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMPLAINT OF CHAUCER TO HIS EMPTY PURSE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE NIGHT-PIECE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK LOUISA MAY ALCOTT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON A FAERY SONG, SUNG BY THE PEOPLE OF FAERY OVER DIARMUID by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PHILEMON by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS GIFTS AND GIVERS by BERTON BRALEY |