I AM in a white mist Upon a vague hill. I can go with the wind; Wander where I will. I am in a lone place Where all the day long I can hear a strange voice Murmuring a song. If I did the choosing, Would this be the place: Would a loneliness show me Her white-mist face? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LITANY OF THE DARK PEOPLE by COUNTEE CULLEN THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL |