Name me no names for my disease, With uninforming breath; I tell you I am none of these, But homesick unto death -- Homesick for hills that I had known, For brooks that I had crossed, Before I met this flesh and bone And followed and was lost. . . . And though they break my heart at last, Yet name no name of ills. Say only, "Here is where he passed, Seeking again those hills." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR DEVIL! by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE DEATH OF LEONIDAS by GEORGE CROLY CHURCH-MUSICK [CHURCH MUSIC] by GEORGE HERBERT A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET; OCTOBER, 1746 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FROM THE ANTIQUE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 6 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE ROSE'S MESSAGE by MARY WINCHESTER ABBOTT |