Home, home from the horizon far and clear, Hither the soft wings sweep; Flocks of memories of the day draw near The dovecote doors of sleep. Oh, which are they that come through sweetest light Of all these homing birds? Which with the straightest and the swiftest flight? Your words to me, your words! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MYSTERIOUS CAT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY MNEMOSYNE by TRUMBULL STICKNEY |