The Patient to the Doctors

Name me no name 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 . . .

Save that they broke my heart at last.
Name me no name of ills.
Say only, 'Here is where he passed.
Seeking again those hills.'