THESE prairies glow with flowers, These groves are tall and fair, The sweet lay of the mocking-bird Rings in the morning air; And yet I pine to see My native hill once more, And hear the sparrow's friendly chirp Beside its cottage-door. And he, for whom I left My native hill and brook, Alas, I sometimes think I trace A coldness in his look! If I have lost his love, I know my heart will break; And haply, they I left for him Will sorrow for my sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS THE POSY RING by CLEMENT MAROT A MODEST WIT by SELLECK OSBORNE THE CLOSING SCENE by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ |