FAINT is the speech of the tired heart To the call of dreams replying, When hope wends home across the fields Where the rose o' the year is dying. 0 weary head and heart and hands Look up where the sun is dying -- Love leads you home across the fields To the call of dreams replying. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NURSING HOME: THE VISIT by KAREN SWENSON ANTONY AND [OR, TO] CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE HOPE AND FEAR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE POET: A RHAPSODY by MARK AKENSIDE THE CARPENTER by AMY BRUNER ALMY |