Where my heart is (wherever that may be) Might I but follow! If you fly thither over heath and lea, O honey-seeking bee, O careless swallow, Bid some for whom I watch keep watch for me. Alas that we must dwell, my heart and I, So far asunder! Hours wax to days, and days and days creep by; I watch with wistful eye, I wait and wonder: When will that day draw nigh -- that hour draw nigh? Not yesterday, and not I think to-day; Perhaps to-morrow. Day after day 'To-morrow' thus I say: I watched so yesterday In hope and sorrow, Again to-day I watch the accustomed way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER ON THE USE OF MACHINE GUNS AT WEDDINGS by KENNETH PATCHEN THE NEW INN: A VISION OF BEAUTY by BEN JONSON THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY REUBEN BRIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AN ARMOURY by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE WHITE MOMENTS by KATHARINE LEE BATES DIRGE AND HYMENAL by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 31. TO ONE WHO LOVED HIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |