BACK to my native place Bent upon returning, Bosom all day burning To be where my race Well were known, 'twas keen with me There to dwell in amity. Folk had sought their beds, But I hailed: to view me Under the moon, out to me Several pushed their heads, And to each I told my name, Plans, and that therefrom I came. "Did you?. . . Ah, 'tis true Said they, back a long time, Here had spent his young time, Some such man as you. . . Good-night." The casement closed again, And I was left in the frosty lane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY BED IS A BOAT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TENNESSEE; PRIZE CENTENNIAL ODE (1896) by VIRGINIA FRAZER BOYLE MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE PORCH by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE [LAZY] ROOF by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THE STANDARD BEARER by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |