OVER and over again I dream a dream; I am coming home to you in the starlit gloam; Long was the day from you and sweet 'twill seem The day is over and I am coming home. Then I shall find you as in days long past, Sitting so quietly in the firelight glow; "Love," you will say to me, "you are come at last," Your eyes be glad of me as long ago. All I have won since then will slip my hold, Dear love and children, the long years away; I shall come home to you the girl of old, Glad to come home to you—oh, glad to stay! Often and often I am dreaming yet Of the firelit window when I've crossed the hill, And I coming home to you from night and wet: Often and often I am dreaming still. Over and over again I dream my dream. Ah, why would it haunt me if it wasn't true? I am travelling home to you by the last red gleam, In the quiet evening I am finding you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF AUTUMN by PAUL VERLAINE LAUGHING SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LITTLE BLACK BOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD by SAM WALTER FOSS AMOR MUNDI by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |