Nostalgic yearnings grip my heart When sunny days return in spring. I feign delight in work or play -- This weak pretense but serves to bring The atmosphere of home to mind. The poignant longings will not cease. From strain and rush of city life, That little town will bring release. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FISH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MAPLE AND SUMACH by CECIL DAY LEWIS DREAMS (2) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE by EUGENE FIELD NEW FRIENDS AND OLD FRIENDS by JOSEPH PARRY TO A LADY: SHE REFUSING TO CONTINUE A DISPUTE WITH ME by MATTHEW PRIOR THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 47. BROKEN MUSIC by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |