WASHINGTON by VIRGINIA KEATING ORTON

I think if I should die
In some far-distant land,
Be it in desert waste,
Or sun-warmed flower-dressed strand;
My soul would come for just a little while,
Before it reached its final home,
To walk among the pines once more;
To sit upon a mountain place
And hear the ocean's roar
Beyond the quiet Sound;
To call again from peak to peak
Of those high hills:
To watch the silver salmon play;
To hear the little rills
Come down the mountain way;
I think no matter where I died
My soul would come
Before it found eternity,
Once more to Washington.

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!

Other Poems of Interest...