COME home, Would I could send my spirit o'er the deep, Would I could wing it like a bird to thee, To commune with thy thoughts, to fill thy sleep With these unwearying words of melody; Brother, come home. Come home, Come to the hearts that love thee, to the eyes That beam in brightness but to gladden thine, Come where fond thoughts like holiest incense rise, Where cherish'd memory rears her altar's shrine; Brother, come home. Come home, Come to the hearth-stone of thy earlier days, Come to the ark, like the o'er-wearied dove, Come with the sunlight of thy heart's warm rays, Come to the fire-side circle of thy love; Brother, come home. Come home, It is not home without thee; the lone seat Is still unclaim'd where thou were wont to be, In every echo of returning feet, In vain we list for what should herald thee; Brother, come home. Come home, We've nursed for thee the sunny buds of spring, Watch'd every germ the full-blown flowers rear, Seen o'er their bloom the chilly winter bring Its icy garlands, and thou art not here; Brother, come home. Come home, Would I could send my spirit o'er the deep, Would I could wing it like a bird to thee -- To commune with thy thoughts, to fill thy sleep With these unwearying words of melody; Brother, come home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISASTER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ON DONNE'S POETRY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SONG OF THE SHIRT by THOMAS HOOD A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 63 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 6 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BAYADERE by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS THE VISION OF SIN by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 40. PANTHEISTIC DREAMS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |