There's a longing in my heart I can not still, A whispering, a sighing, like a whippoorwill Pleading his woes from a high oak tree, Calling my heart again to be free, Tugging and pulling like the wind at play, Like oak leaves whispering all the day. I feel it when the pine trees sigh, I hear it in the wild birds' cry, I see it in the eastern sky At close of day when night is nigh. Some day I'll break, I know I will, I'll go trudging again up that rocky hill, Where the sky is blue and the winds never cease, And my heart will rest for there will be peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES LITTLE BELL by THOMAS WESTWOOD HYMN FOR ALL SAINTS DAY IN THE MORNING by HENRY ALFORD SONNET: 20 by RICHARD BARNFIELD SONG BY AN OLD SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BLAKE THE PIRATEER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE VERMONT HOUSEKEEPING by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |