Come home to me at last! Come home to me! Bring me thy youth of tears and great desires; Frail round thy tired head the music tires, The music shed between the stars and sea! While still thy youth is echoing with its free Love-songs resounding like a storm of lyres, Come with thy deeds and dreams; -- and thro' the fires Of wisdom sift the ash of memory. Come home to me at last! Life whispers "Come!" Yea! thro' the mist of passions sad with loss, Strong in the sumptuous dusk, the light of home, The light of soul where thou must journey, lays, While spring is sweet in all the old dear ways, A splendour and a sacrament across! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE RAT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PLANKED WHITEFISH by CARL SANDBURG BEFORE THE FLOWERS OF FRIENDSHIP FADED FADED: 21 by GERTRUDE STEIN IN A BURYING GROUND by SARA TEASDALE THE HAWK by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS WRITTEN FOR MY SON, AND SPOKEN BY HIM AT HIS FIRST PUTTING ON BREECHES by MARY BARBER |