So tangled are my days and ways, I look for my lost yesterdays, Since @3he@1 is gone. O winter's reign, be overpast, To turn me to my hills at last, And find him there! He knew the wind-flowers in their place, Perhaps they saw him face to face, As he passed by! And when the phlox shall come again, There will be balm for all my pain And I shall find Him in the old, accustomed nook, The pine-trees' shade, the open book, Red robes upon his knee! Oh, wild woods, wet with silver dew, His heart was in the West with you; With me he strayed! Ye blessed hills that gave him rest, May I not find him on your breast, Asleep and safe! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SMOKE IN WINTER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 61. AL-MO'HYI by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALM 82 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE OXFORD IN WAR-TIME by LAURENCE BINYON IF I COULD TOUCH by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |