HER boys are not shut out. They come Homing like pigeons to her door, Sure of her tender welcome home, As many a time before. Their bed is made so smooth and sweet, The fire is lit, the table spread; She has poured water for their feet, That they be comforted. As with a fluttering of wings They are come home, come home to stay; With all the bitter dreadful things Forgot, clean washed away. They are so glad to stay, so glad They nestle to her gown's soft flow, As in the loving times they had, Long ago, long ago. Oh, not like lonely ghosts in mist Her boys come from the night and rain, But to be clasped, but to be kissed, And not go out again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYMPATHY (2) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE RIVER by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A MODEST WIT by SELLECK OSBORNE ITYLUS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE CHICAGO [OCTOBER 8-10, 1871] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ACHIEVEMENT by MORRIS ABEL BEER THE TEACHER'S MONOLOGUE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE A THOUGHT FOR A LONELY DEATH-BED by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |