The Hills are calling me today To leave my work and run away Where quiet is, and peace divine On wooded slope or rocky shrine. Among the pines, low branches bend To catch the whisper of a friend. The sun warms all, soft breezes blow Dear dusky Hills, I love you so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILLINOIS FARMER by CARL SANDBURG THE LAST MAN: A CROCODILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE BOHEMIAN HYMN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PRELUDE. THE WAYSIDE INN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LOVE SONG by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE IVORY GATE; THRENODY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |