I SOUGHT the trails of South and North, I wandered East and West; But pride and passion drove me forth And would not let me rest. And still I seek, as still I roam, A snug roof overhead; Four walls, my own; a quiet home . . . . "You'll have it -- @3when you're dead@1." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMORETTI: 64 by EDMUND SPENSER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 29. CHRIST AND ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNET: HER WORST AND BEST by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON NAN'S SONG, FR. MIDSUMMER EVE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY MORTALITY by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE WATCHMAN AND THE NIGHT: THE WATCHMAN by ADA CAMBRIDGE TO A KINGFISHER by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |