XIX HOME

O, my dear, I have wandered afar and seen marvellous places, And foolish light loves have consumed me and left me as dead, (Bored stiff with their bleat, and big eyes, and their “flower-like faces”), So now I’ve come back to be good—with a tired head.... The candle flames smile in long lines and the flowers are your choice, And our friends are much nicer than ever we thought them before! And now, in a lull in the talk, I can hear your voice— And the rain outside, and the long street’s muffled roar....