Poems (Barker)/Are You Coming

by Alice J. Green Barker

Are You Coming.

Are you coming, dear, to meet me,
 With your face so glad and fair,
Are you coming, baby darling,
 Down the radiant, shining stair?
For last night I thought I saw you;
 I had come a weary way;
And you hastened out to meet me,
 At the closing of the day.

Oh, you were so fair, my baby!
 With your arms outstretched to me;
And I held you to my bosom,—
 Where on earth you ne'er can be!
And I kissed your face, sweet baby,
 And your dainty, little hands,
Just as I have longed to kiss them,
 Since you crossed the "golden sands."

Then I awakened from my dreaming,
 And I sighed that 'twas a dream;
Still I feel so very near you;
 Still I see the lingering gleam
Of the light that shone about you,
 Of the glory on your face;
When the house is still, my darling,
 Every feature I can trace.

Are you coming, surely coming,
 With your arms outstretched to me?
Shall I see you, precious baby,
 As last night I seemed to see?
And sometimes I almost wonder,
 If you were not at my side,
Sent to me, by One who knoweth
 How I miss my babe that died.

And if so, O baby darling,
 You will know my love so deep:
You will hear me when I call you,
 When the house is calm with sleep.
And you'll often come to tell me,
 Of the joy in store for me,
When I see you, precious baby,
 As last night I seemed to see.