YON is the train I used to take In the good days of yore, When I went home for love's dear sake, I who go home no more. The station lights flare in the wind, The night is blurred with rain, And there was someone, old and kind, Who will not come again. Oh, that's an Irish voice I hear, And that's an Irish face, And these will come when dawn is near To the belovèd place. And these will see when day is grey And lightest winds are still The long coast-line by Dublin Bay With exquisite hill on hill. I would not follow if I might, Who came so oft of old; No window-pane holds me a light, The warm hearth-fire is cold. There is the train I used to take. Be blest from shore to shore, O land of love and of heart-break! But I go home no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE ELF-MAN by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE VOICE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM by THOMAS HARDY TO A BLOCKHEAD by ALEXANDER POPE AMORETTI: 70 by EDMUND SPENSER BURNS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |