The Yellow Book/Volume 4/Home
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Home . . .
"We're going home!" I heard two lovers say,They kissed their friends and bade them bright good-byes;I hid the deadly hunger in my eyes, And, lest I might have killed them, turned away.Ah, love, we too once gambolled home as they, Home from the town with such fair merchandise,—Wine and great grapes—the happy lover buys: A little cosy feast to crown the day.
Yes! we had once a heaven we called a home, Its empty rooms still haunt me like thine eyesWhen the last sunset softly faded there;Each day I tread each empty haunted room,And now and then a little baby cries,Or laughs a lovely laughter worse to bear.