Longing For Home

 Longing For Home

Come away! come away! you can hear them

calling, calling,

Calling us to come to them, and roam no

more,

Over there beyond the ridges and the land

that lies between us,

There's an old song calling us to come!

Come away! come away! for the scenes we

leave behind us

Are barren for the lights of home and a

flame that's young forever;

And the lonely trees around us creak the

warning of the night-wind,

That love and all the dreams of love are

away beyond the mountains.

The songs that call for us to-night, the have

called for men before us,

And the winds that blow the message, they

have blown ten thousand years;

But this will end our wander-time, for we

know the joy that waits us

In the strangeness of home-coming, and a

faithful woman's eyes.

Come away! come away; there is nothing

now to cheer us--

Nothing now to comfort us, but love's road

home:

Over there beyond the darkness there's a

window gleams to greet us,

And a warm hearth waits for us within.

by Edward Arlington Robinson, "The Wilderness."