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 eyes
When 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.