WHEN home I came after many a day Of longing and waiting so far away, I sought the path in the sunset glow, Where the bright eyes watched for me long ago. And the fair night fell as I whispered low, 'Hast thou a thought of the wanderer now?' Then softly glimmered a sudden light, And I saw thee lean from the casement bright, And a name floated forth from a voice so sweet! No doubting of heart and no lingering of feet! For I hastened near, and I whispered low, 'Hast thou a thought for the wanderer now?' Then silently nestled my own sweet bird, With a joy too deep for a song or word; And I question no more, for the answer I know! So I ask not aloud, and I ask not low, Whether every night, whether every day, Thou hadst a thought of thy love far away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOUGLASS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CHRISTMAS BELLS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DEDICATION OF THE DESIGNS TO BLAIR'S GRAVE: TO THE QUEEN by WILLIAM BLAKE |