My native land, farewell! I can no tribute bring To crown you king, But I will tell The world my love for you. It may be we shall never meet And you no more will feel my feet Treading their youthful way Across your heart; But, oh, fond love will make me start When in some distant town I hear your name praised and renowned. Then all the wisdom I have learned Upon your plains, will quick return And make me sigh A little while, for joys gone by. You may not miss me much, dear land, But let the view, from where I stand Today, cherish some fond remembrance Of my childhood's glance, Cherish and keep a welcome warm If I return. When age shall steal my youth and mirth And I, returning to this earth, No more shall dream of friends and lands, I hope to rest in the warm sands Where shines your desert sun. But now the warmth of blood says, "On -- Adventure while you may!" And I must travel far away . . . My native land, farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOST LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE WINNING OF POMONA by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MISERABLE NIGHT by AVENELLE WILMETH BLAIR THE SAME FOREVER by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE ELDER WOMAN'S SONG: 1, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |