THINK not I roam afield With heart untrue; The gifts my rambles yield Are all for you. The bird must leave her nest And fledglings five, The honey-bee must rest Far from her hive. New regions I explore While day is bright; My heart, with richer store, Goes home at night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUSSEX DRINKING SONG by HILAIRE BELLOC CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD'S BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST |