Oh heart, sink into yourself and rally The old fierce strength of your lonely mood -- Tho' the train goes whistling thro' the valley, And the moths go fluttering thro' the wood. The cold dew rises from field and river, The night-wind wanders from hill to hill, The tall June grasses sigh and quiver, Oh heart, sink into yourself, be still! Have done with love and its shilly-shally! Have done with love and its poison-smart! Oh heart, sink into yourself and rally The old fierce strength of your lonely mood -- Let the train go whistling thro' the valley And the moths go fluttering thro' the wood. Return to your solitude, oh heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPEAKING TERMS by JAMES GALVIN YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |