Longing For Home
Come away! come away! you can hear them
Calling us to come to them, and roam no
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
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."