O LITTLE hearts, beat home, beat home, Here is no place to rest. Night darkens on the falling foam And on the fading west. O little wings, beat home, beat home. Love may no longer roam. O, Love has touched the fields of wheat And Love has crowned the corn, And we must follow Love's white feet Through all the ways of morn. Through all the silver roads of air We pass and have no care. The silver roads of Love are wide, O winds that turn, O stars that guide. Sweet are the ways that Love has trod Through the clear skies that reach to God. But in the cliff-grass Love builds deep A place where wandering wings may sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POPLAR by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNET TO GEORGE SAND: 1. A RECOGNITION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC by JOHN DRYDEN |