The wide green earth is mine in which to wander; Each path that beckons I may follow free, Sea to grey sea. But O, that one walled garden, small and sheltered, Belonged to me! High on the mountain top I watch the sunset, Its splendid fires flare upward and burn low, Ah, once to know Down in the twilight lowlands dim and tender, My own hearth-glow! Night falls. A thousand stars look down upon me, But though from inland plain to ocean's foam My steps may roam, One clear fixed star forever is denied me . . . . The light of home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 2 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH |