Where shall my heart go--east or west?
Long gray river or level plain?
Where shall my warm heart find its nest,
Calling you to my arms again,
After the worst to find the best
Of joy which cometh after pain?
Where shall my heart go? Granite heights
Block the west; but love knows the way;
Lone camp fires in the starless nights,
Lone bush tracks in the sultry day,
Still swamp lands--where the morning's lights
Turn to golden the dawn's cold gray.
There shall my heart go yearning still,
Never resting, but seeking yet
Barren desert, or wooded hill,
Down to where salt waves surge and fret --
Just to show you I love you still,
Just to tell you I can't forget!
First published in The Queenslander, 28 January 1899
