THIS is the time the boys come home from school, Filling the house with gay and happy noise, Never at rest from morn till evening cool— All the roads of the world bring home the boys. This is the time—but still they are not come; The mothers stand in the doorway listening long; Long, long they shall wait ere the boys come home. Where do they tarry, the dear, the light-heart throng? Their feet are heavy as lead and deep their rest. The mothers watch the road till set of sun; But nevermore the birds fly back to the nest. @3The roads of the world run Heavenward every one.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES TO A NASTURTIUM (A LOVER MUSES) by ANNE SPENCER A PORTRAIT by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY SONNET: 20 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE CRITIC by S. F. BATCHELDER THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 1, SCENE 2 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE HEART'S COLLOQUY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |