BACK to my native place Bent upon returning, Bosom all day burning To be where my race Well were known, 'twas keen with me There to dwell in amity. Folk had sought their beds, But I hailed: to view me Under the moon, out to me Several pushed their heads, And to each I told my name, Plans, and that therefrom I came. "Did you?. . . Ah, 'tis true Said they, back a long time, Here had spent his young time, Some such man as you. . . Good-night." The casement closed again, And I was left in the frosty lane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUMAN LIFE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE DIRGE (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SUMMER MATURES by HELENE JOHNSON YOUTH AND CALM by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE LITTLE PLANT by KATE LOUISE BROWN THE KING by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE |