WHEREFORE art thou strange, and not my mother? Thou hast stolen my heart and broken it: Would that I might call thy sons 'My brother,' Call thy daughters 'Sister sweet': Lying in thy lap, not in another, Dying at thy feet. Farewell, land of love, Italy, Sister-land of Paradise: With mine own feet I have trodden thee, Have seen with mine own eyes: I remember, thou forgettest me, I remember thee. Blessed be the land that warms my heart, And the kindly clime that cheers, And the cordial faces clear from art, And the tongue sweet in mine ears: Take my heart, its truest tenderest part, Dear land, take my tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. KESSLER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: STATE'S ATTORNEY FALLAS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |