AFTER the mighty levels of the West, The far horizon and the open quest, -- Back to the land of mists and memories, Hooded with trees and topped by dappled skies, Back to the valleys, whence the sun upclomb The hills of home! Now let my dead youth have her way with me; This is a dream-while; I am glad to be Penned in by orchards, set about with pines, Lured down long vistas that the soul divines; The West anon, -- boylike to-day I roam The hills of home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ADAM WEIRAUCH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AMORETTI: 75 by EDMUND SPENSER ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 6. TO WILLIAM HALL, ESQ., WITH THE WORKS OF CHAULIEU by MARK AKENSIDE FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 3 by GEORGE BARKER TABULA SECUNDA IN NAUFRAGIO by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE SUMMONS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |