When I go home, green, green will glow the grass, Whereon the flight of sun and cloud will pass; Long lines of wood-ducks through the deepening gloam Will hold above the west, as wrought on brass, And fragrant furrows will have delved the loam, When I go home. When I go home, the dogwood stars will dash The solemn woods above the bearded ash, The yellow-jasmine, whence its vine hath clomb, Will blaze the valleys with its golden flash, And every orchard flaunt its polychrome, When I go home. When I go home and stroll about the farm, The thicket and the barnyard will be warm. Jess will be there, and Nigger Bill, and Tom -- On whom time's chisel works no hint of harm -- And, oh, 'twill be a day to rest and roam, When I go home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |