HER boys are not shut out. They come Homing like pigeons to her door, Sure of her tender welcome home, As many a time before. Their bed is made so smooth and sweet, The fire is lit, the table spread; She has poured water for their feet, That they be comforted. As with a fluttering of wings They are come home, come home to stay; With all the bitter dreadful things Forgot, clean washed away. They are so glad to stay, so glad They nestle to her gown's soft flow, As in the loving times they had, Long ago, long ago. Oh, not like lonely ghosts in mist Her boys come from the night and rain, But to be clasped, but to be kissed, And not go out again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIVE STUDENTS by THOMAS HARDY JUDGE NOT by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION by ALFRED TENNYSON MY CRYSTAL BRIDE by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS FAMILIAR EPISTLE TO A LITTLE BOY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM COMPANIONSHIP by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD PSALM 148 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT OF FIVE DAYS OLD by ELIZABETH BOYD |