WHERE my fathers stood Watching the sea, Gale-spent herring boats Hugging the lea; There my Mother lives, Moorland and tree. Sight o' the blossom! Devon to me! Where my fathers walked, Driving the plough; Whistled their hearts out -- Who whistles now? There my Mother burns Fire-faggots free. Scent o' the wood-smoke! Devon to me! Where my fathers sleep, Turning to dust, This old body throw When die I must! There my Mother calls, Wakeful is She! Sound o' the west-wind! Devon to me! Where my fathers lie, When I am gone, Who need pity me Dead? Never one! There my Mother clasps Me. Let me be! Feel o' the red earth! Devon to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAY MAGNIFICAT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS PSALM OF THOSE WHO GO FORTH BEFORE DAYLIGHT by CARL SANDBURG IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 22 by ALFRED TENNYSON BLOOD ON THE WHEEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON FRAGMENT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 9 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A VILLANELLE OF SPRING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: GERARD DE LAIRESSE by ROBERT BROWNING |