HERE I'd come when weariest! Here the breast Of the Windberg's tufted over Deep with bracken; here his crest Takes the west, Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover. Silent here are lark and plover; In the cover Deep below, the cushat best Loves his mate, and croons above her O'er their nest, Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover. Bring me here, Life's tired-out guest, To the blest Bed that waits the weary rover, -- Here should failure be confest; Ends my quest, Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover! ENVOY Friend, or stranger kind, or lover, Ah, fulfil a last behest, Let me rest Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRIENDSHIP'S MYSTERY, TO MY DEAREST LUCASIA by KATHERINE PHILIPS RAILROAD RHYME by JOHN GODFREY SAXE GOING BACK TO SCHOOL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MY MOTHER by GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE THE DEATH OF A DANDY by JOHN PEALE BISHOP THE SHETLAND FISHERMAN by DOROTHY PRIMROSE CAMPBELL SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 96 by BLISS CARMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. SO THIN A VEIL by EDWARD CARPENTER |