Or a leaving Home, or later,
Parting with a World
We have understood for better
Still to be explained.
Or a leaving Home, or later,
Parting with a World
We have understood for better
Still to be explained.
Where thou art, that is home.
Perhaps a home too high --
Ah Aristocracy!
The soul her "Not at Home"
Inscribes upon the flesh --
And takes her fair aerial gait
Beyond the hope of touch.
A Vastness, as a Neighbor, came,
A Wisdom, without Face, or Name,
A Peace, as Hemispheres at Home
And so the Night became.
And all the Earth strove common round --
Without Delight, or Beam --
What Comfort was it Wisdom -- was --
The spoiler of Our Home?
Waits any indurated mate
His wrinkled coming Home?
Given to me without the Suit
Riches and Name and Realm --
Who was She to withhold from me
Penury and Home?
I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend --
That -- was a former time --
But we might learn to like the Heaven,
As well as our Old Home!
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church, I keep it staying at Home With a bobolink for a Chorister, And an Orchard, for a Dome.
Of Fate if this is All
Has he no added Realm
A Dungeon but a Kinsman is
Incarceration -- Home.
The smallest Housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the Lawn
And somebody has lost the face
That made Existence -- Home!
The satyr's fingers beckoned --
The valley murmured "Come" --
These were the mates --
This was the road
Those children fluttered home.
He was weak, and I was strong -- then --
So He let me lead him in --
I was weak, and He was strong then --
So I let him lead me -- Home.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories