by Verner von Heidenstam
I’ve longed for home these eight long years, I know.
I long in sleep as well as throughout the day.
I long for home. I seek where’er I go –
Not men-folk, but the fields where I would stray,
The stones where as a child I used to play.
About the Author:
Verner von Heidenstam (1859 – 1940) was a Swedish poet and novelist. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1916.