Read: I Must Return

Over my lands of golden grain
fed on crystal springs,
where plains of harvest
their wide fields spread,
where rivers as sure
—as bold—their deepness runs
unlike no other stream,
where I trod with naked feet,
where nights are summer nights
and all the stars, a thousand suns,
the mysteries of heaven reveal,
where men die, and live, and are born,
where my love, somewhere alone,
an empty house watches,
where my ambitious heart
in bitterness moldered,
and sought another’s crown,
where I a reflection saw,
and learned my dreadful face,
that place I am cast out,
I from a far off wilderness
descry creeping darkness.
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