Witter Bynner, Grenstone Poems: A Sequence

"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."