O WERE my heart a little dog I'd call it to my side To hold it with a silken lead And would not be denied. For O it wandered far from me By mountain, vale and glen, How glad it marched the weary miles Amongst the hill-side men! Ah, were my heart a singing bird I would not let it free, It dare not dream of sunrise skies, Or chant of liberty. For, ah! it sprang cloud high to sing From mountain, vale, and fen, When first it heard the secret drums, The hearts of hill-side men. My hopes are lost, my dreams are fled; How lone are vale and fen! My heart lies cold within the grave That holds the hill-side men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRIESTHOOD by GEORGE HERBERT VORTICIST POEM ON LOVE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 26 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 23. ELEGIAC VERSE: THE SIXTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION PRESIDIO HILL by JOHN VANCE CHENEY |