Far from the mountains and the meadows I, Who love the quiet country, in this place Of strange unrest, turn thitherward my face, Tired of the noise and homesick for the sky. There sing the birds that in the days gone by Brought joy to me, and there the sweet flowers grace The path that led to Nature's kind embrace, And Echo lingers there with fond reply. O for a breath of fragrance and a sight Of blue hills swimming in the morning light, And purple valleys streaked with silvery streams! O for the open country and the long Days made miraculous by sky and song, And leafy slumbers filled with pleasant dreams! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH POETICAL ABSTRACTS: 2. METAPHYSICAL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEN AND NOW by CECIL DAY LEWIS WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |