Witter Bynner: Hills of Home

Hills of Home

Witter Bynner

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."