HOME THOUGHTS ONCE MORE
A week of nights and days once more brings round
The Sabbath tide; and once again the heart
Sets yearningly to homewards. Do they part
At the church door to-day, as when the stound
Of disillusioned fancy last unbound
Memory’s deep wound, and in the bitter smart
The vision vanished? Ah, the shadows start
To life again across the haunted ground;
The kindly farewells said, the sauntering walk
Home through the sun-baked streets, by twos and twos,
The friendly flow of pleasant secular talk,
And personalities and trivial news.
And the long winding prospect of the day,
The feast of children yet shall wile away.
Hesepe, 26-27th May