Heart, is there anything to desire? Feet, is there anywhere to go? A way for the feet, where the winds blow The dust from the heart, and a way for the heart Where the kindness of love shall never tire, Nor the feet be tired with the length of the way? Shall the heart stay and the feet stay, And the voice of the wind crying: Depart? O my heart, O my feet, rest, be at rest! They are tired, they are tired of wandering. O my heart, O my feet, is there anything Worth the desire out of all that is? Wandering ones, quiet is best, Cover the thoughts and the voices deep, And let me bind my feet with a sleep, And blind my heart with a sleepy kiss! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEWLY WEDDED by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS by ISAAC ROSENBERG WORLD'S WORTH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 2. FEBRUARY AFTERNOON by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE DOVE by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE OF HIS CONVERSION by WILLIAM ALABASTER |