OVER and over again I dream a dream; I am coming home to you in the starlit gloam; Long was the day from you and sweet 'twill seem The day is over and I am coming home. Then I shall find you as in days long past, Sitting so quietly in the firelight glow; "Love," you will say to me, "you are come at last," Your eyes be glad of me as long ago. All I have won since then will slip my hold, Dear love and children, the long years away; I shall come home to you the girl of old, Glad to come home to you—oh, glad to stay! Often and often I am dreaming yet Of the firelit window when I've crossed the hill, And I coming home to you from night and wet: Often and often I am dreaming still. Over and over again I dream my dream. Ah, why would it haunt me if it wasn't true? I am travelling home to you by the last red gleam, In the quiet evening I am finding you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PAN IN WALL STREET by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN MY CRYSTAL BRIDE by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS THE SOUTH-WEST WIND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: SINCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON AS SEEN FROM MY WINDOWS by ELLIE WILCOX BURT THE COMING OF THE WORDS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE BOROUGH: LETTER 20. POOR OF THE BOROUGH. ELLEN ORFORD by GEORGE CRABBE |