So much I had forgotten in the dark! And here in heaven it returns again, -- Floods of familiar eye-sight memories That bathe my soul in gladness! Once again Those tender massy hues that softly reach Out of the blackness to the tardy dawn; Once more the pebble flashing in the sun, The clean look of the grasses after rain, The delicate withdrawing of the trees Along the far horizons; once again The phlox a-quiver to a hungry moth, The hot poise of the dragon-fly, the slow Reluctant falling of the autumn leaves; And once again -- oh, kindly place prepared! -- The blessed friendliness of books a-row In smiling cases. Home! Once more at home, After a long, black exile. And the form Of mother's hand is what it used to be, And not a curve is changed in mother's face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE UNKNOWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM RAHEL TO VARNHAGEN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MODERN PARAPHRASE OF SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 29 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |