Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CELIA'S HOMECOMING, by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON First Line: Maidens, kilt your skirts and go Last Line: By the hearth a holier lar! Alternate Author Name(s): Duclaux, Madame Emile; Darmesteter, Mary; Robinson, A. Mary F. Subject(s): Homecoming | ||||||||
(TO F. M. R.) MAIDENS, kilt your skirts and go Down the stormy garden-ways, Pluck the last sweet pinks that blow, Gather roses, gather bays, Since our Celia comes to-day That has been too long away. Crowd her chamber with your sweets -- Not a flower but grows for her! Make her bed with linen sheets That have lain in lavender; Light a fire before she come Lest she find us chill at home. Ah, what joy when Celia stands By the leaping blaze at last Stooping down to warm her hands All benumbed with the blast, While we hide her cloak away To assure us of her stay. Cyder bring and cowslip wine, Fruits and flavours from the East, Pears and pippins too, and fine Saffron loaves to make a feast: China dishes, silver cups, For the board where Celia sups! Then, when all the feasting's done, She shall draw us round the blaze, Laugh, and tell us every one Of her far triumphant days -- Celia, out of doors a star, By the hearth a holier Lar! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMING HOME AT TWILIGHT IN LATE SUMMER by JANE KENYON THE NEGATIVES by PHILIP LEVINE THE WATER'S CHANT by PHILIP LEVINE THE EXILE'S RETURN by ROBERT LOWELL THE RETURN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TAKING THE TRAIN HOME by WILLIAM MATTHEWS I SHALL RETURN by CLAUDE MCKAY AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON |
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