Witter Bynner: Homesick unto death

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."

--Witter Bynner, Second Book of Modern Verse (1919)