WHERE my fathers stood Watching the sea, Gale-spent herring boats Hugging the lea; There my Mother lives, Moorland and tree. Sight o' the blossom! Devon to me! Where my fathers walked, Driving the plough; Whistled their hearts out -- Who whistles now? There my Mother burns Fire-faggots free. Scent o' the wood-smoke! Devon to me! Where my fathers sleep, Turning to dust, This old body throw When die I must! There my Mother calls, Wakeful is She! Sound o' the west-wind! Devon to me! Where my fathers lie, When I am gone, Who need pity me Dead? Never one! There my Mother clasps Me. Let me be! Feel o' the red earth! Devon to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLAYING JACKS IN BHAKTAPUR by KAREN SWENSON STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE AUTHOR OF OBERMANN by MATTHEW ARNOLD CAVALIER TUNES: BOOT AND SADDLE by ROBERT BROWNING CAVALIER TUNES: GIVE A ROUSE THEN FOR THE CLINIC by ROBERT BROWNING AT BETHLEHEM: 3. TO HIS MOTHER by JOHN BANISTER TABB LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH NETLEY ABBEY; A LEGEND OF HAMPSHIRE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |