Where my heart is (wherever that may be) Might I but follow! If you fly thither over heath and lea, O honey-seeking bee, O careless swallow, Bid some for whom I watch keep watch for me. Alas that we must dwell, my heart and I, So far asunder! Hours wax to days, and days and days creep by; I watch with wistful eye, I wait and wonder: When will that day draw nigh -- that hour draw nigh? Not yesterday, and not I think to-day; Perhaps to-morrow. Day after day 'To-morrow' thus I say: I watched so yesterday In hope and sorrow, Again to-day I watch the accustomed way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE FALL by HAYDEN CARRUTH FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A PLANTATION BACCHANAL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON JULY IN GEORGY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE JURY DELIBERATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE |