by Arthur Leslie Salmon (1865 - 1952)

Homing
Language: English 
All things come home at eventide,
Like birds weary of their roaming,
And I would hasten to thy side,
     Homing.

Oh! Dearest, I have wandered far,
From day break to the twilight gloaming,
I come back with the evening star,
     Homing.

Thou art my hunger and my need,
The goal and solace of my roaming,
Be thou my haven when I speed,
     Homing.

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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-17
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Word count: 63