Sara Teasdale - Places lyrics

Places I love come back to me like music,   Hush me and heal me when I am very tired; I see the oak woods at Saxton's flaming   In a flare of crimson by the frost newly fired; And I am thirsty for the spring in the valley   As for a kiss ungiven and long desired. I know a bright world of snowy hills at Boonton,   A blue and white dazzling light on everything one sees, The ice-covered branches of the hemlocks sparkle   Bending low and tinkling in the sharp thin breeze, And iridescent crystals fall and crackle on the snow-crust   With the winter sun drawing cold blue shadows from the trees. Violet now, in veil on veil of evening   The hills across from Cromwell grow dreamy and far; A wood-thrush is singing soft as a viol   In the heart of the hollow where the dark pools are; The primrose has opened her pale yellow flowers   And heaven is lighting star after star. Places I love come back to me like music—   Mid-ocean, midnight, the waves buzz drowsily; In the ship's deep churning the eerie phosphorescence   Is like the souls of people who were drowned at sea, And I can hear a man's voice, speaking, hushed, insistent,   At midnight, in mid-ocean, hour on hour to me.