Heart, is there anything to desire? Feet, is there anywhere to go? A way for the feet, where the winds blow The dust from the heart, and a way for the heart Where the kindness of love shall never tire, Nor the feet be tired with the length of the way? Shall the heart stay and the feet stay, And the voice of the wind crying: Depart? O my heart, O my feet, rest, be at rest! They are tired, they are tired of wandering. O my heart, O my feet, is there anything Worth the desire out of all that is? Wandering ones, quiet is best, Cover the thoughts and the voices deep, And let me bind my feet with a sleep, And blind my heart with a sleepy kiss! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOYS OF THE ROAD by BLISS CARMAN SETTING SAIL by EMILY DICKINSON MENAPHON: DORON'S JIG by ROBERT GREENE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 16. CUPID HIMSELF STUNG by PHILIP AYRES THE PILGRIM SHIP by KATHARINE LEE BATES SONG TO THE SULIOTES by GEORGE GORDON BYRON STANZAS COMPOSED DURING A THUNDERSTORM by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO MY FRIEND D'AVENANT, UPON HIS EXCELLENT PLAY, 'THE JUST ITALIAN' by THOMAS CAREW |