Inland, inland, inland, inland. I am walking long inland, inland. Nobody loves me, she is the greatest of all, I walk inland. They love me only on account of the things I obtain for them. They love me only on account of the food I obtain for them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE PORTRAIT OF A BABY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SYMPHONIC STUDIES (AFTER ROBERT SCHUMANN) by EMMA LAZARUS CAMOMILE TEA by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |