Poems (Kennedy)/My Refuge

by Sara Beaumont Kennedy

MY REFUGE

THE day has been long and dreary
 With ceaseless patter of rain,
And the dragging hours have brought me
 Only some heart-ache and pain.
As I turn my sad face homeward
 The night drops down from above,
And my heart is yearning, yearning
 For a touch of the arms I love—

The arms that never have failed me,
 The refuge to which I flee;
All day 'mid the jar of the city
 I dream of them waiting for me,
Dream of their rest and their welcome
 After a day of dull care—
Oh, arms outstreched in the gloaming,
 Oh, arms of my EASY CHAIR!