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...I SIT AND SEW by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE AFAR IN THE DESERT by THOMAS PRINGLE TWO WOMEN by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS TREES AND WAVES by AL-ISRA'ILI THE FROGS: THE FROGS' SONG by ARISTOPHANES BALLADE OF MYSELF AND MONSIEUR RABELAIS by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 32. 'LO! ONE CALLS' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (1) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |