FAR-OFF the lily-statues stand white-ranked in the garden at home. Would God they were shattered quickly, the cattle would tread them out in the loam. I wish the elder trees in flower could suddenly heave, and burst The walls of the house, and nettles puff out from the hearth at which I was nursed. It stands so still in the hush composed of trees and inviolate peace, The home of my fathers, the place that is mine, my fate and my old increase. And now that the skies are falling, the world is spouting in fountains of dirt, I would give my soul for the homestead to fall with me, go with me, both in one hurt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LOVER'S QUARREL by ROBERT BROWNING RORY O'MORE; OR, ALL FOR GOOD LUCK by SAMUEL LOVER FLOWERS WITHOUT FRUIT by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN BALLADE OF MID-WINTER NIGHTS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE EASTER DECORATIONS by ADA CAMBRIDGE TO THE MOST DISCONSOLATE GREAT BRITAIN by THOMAS CAMPION |