Witter Bynner: Hills of Home
Name me no names for my disease, With uninforming breath; I tell you I am none of these, But homesick unto death —
Homesick for hills that I had known, For brooks that I had crossed, Before I met this flesh and bone And followed and was lost… .
And though they break my heart at last, Yet name no name of ills. Say only, "Here is where he passed, Seeking again those hills."