CITY towers that have prisoned me Will fade ... at last ... from view, And sounds that hurt will die—I shall know What things my childhood knew. I shall find my own red hills again After long wandering; I shall se my yellow river—@3mine!@1 And I shall hear it sing! I shall smell the pines once more—@3my pines@1 That fling their odors far; I shall come to where the jessamine And the violets are. I shall know again Winter greenness— The dark and shining leaves Of dusk, wild olives and of live-oaks, Where gray moss hangs and grieves. And all about me there will be—sunshine!— @3My sunshine@1, that is gold And warm ... not the pale Northern sunshine That is silver and cold! I shall see the far buzzards soaring ... High ... in the blue above; There will be wild birds calling, calling In red gullies I love! And there will be mocking-birds @3singing;@1 I shall hear bluejays scream ... @3This time@1 no one will wake me ... @3this time@1 It will not be a dream! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 42. 'GRECIAN AND ENGLISH' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FANCY AND IMAGINATION by BERNARD BARTON PSALM 5; AUGUST 12, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PAL OF MY HEART by JULIA A. BRAND BEFORE AND AFTER by OLIVER MADOX BROWN |