THERE will be, when I come home, through the hill-gap in the west, The friendly smile of the sun on the fields that I love best; The red-topped clover here, and the white-whorled daisy there, And the bloom of the wilding briar that attars the upland air; There will be bird-mirth sweet -- (mellower none may know!) -- The flute of the hermit-thrush, the call of the vireo; Pleasant gossip of leaves, and from the dawn to the gloam The lyric laughter of brooks, there will be when I come home. There will be, when I come home, the kindliness of the earth -- Ah, how I love it all, bounteous breadth and girth! The very sod will say, -- tendril, fiber, and root, -- "Here is our foster-child, he of the wandering foot. Welcome! welcome!" And, lo! I shall pause at a gate ajar That the leaning lilacs shade, where the honeysuckles are; I shall see the open door -- Oh, farer over the foam, The ease of this hunger of heart there will be when I come home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER WRITTEN IN KEATS' 'ENDYMION' by THOMAS HOOD MEMORIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE VALEDICTION by RICHARD BAXTER A TRIBUTE TO DAD by CLARA MCKEE BEEDE |