Homesickness
I knew a strong man,
And he dwelt mid the hills where the swift streams ran,
For he loved to live where his life began.
But they took him away, and made him abide
Where the great streets darken and chafe and chide
With their ceaseless tide,
And he mourned for the hills which mourned for the man,
So he sickened and died.
I knew a weak bird,
And she sang in the woods where her song was first heard,
For she loved the bowers by her young wing stirred.
But they caught her away, and made her abide
In a cage where she sang not, but often cried
And he dwelt mid the hills where the swift streams ran,
For he loved to live where his life began.
But they took him away, and made him abide
Where the great streets darken and chafe and chide
With their ceaseless tide,
And he mourned for the hills which mourned for the man,
So he sickened and died.
I knew a weak bird,
And she sang in the woods where her song was first heard,
For she loved the bowers by her young wing stirred.
But they caught her away, and made her abide
In a cage where she sang not, but often cried