HERE they give me greeting, House me warm within, Break their bread and share it With the heart of kin. Here the ruddy hearth-light Singes not a moth, Gives a summer welcome As a red rose doth. I would leave a gift here If I might: not I! -- Like a homeless laughter, Vagrant wind gone by. But while I am a glow-worm I will shine and stay: When I am a shadow ... I will creep away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YELLOW VIOLET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT DAY: MORNING by JOHN CUNNINGHAM A FAREWELL TO FOLLY: CONTENT by ROBERT GREENE RAIN IN SUMMER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW COTTON MILL FUNERAL by STEWART ATKINS NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 28 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |