Florence Wilkinson

(1878-1950 / United States)

The Heart's Country

Hill people turn to their hills;
   Sea-folk are sick for the sea:
Thou art my land and my country,
   And my heart calls out for thee.

The bird beats his wings for the open,
   The captive burns to be free;
But I -- I cry at thy window,
   For thou art my liberty.

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