Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Home ("I heard a sound…")
Home.
I knew my father's chimney top,
Though nearer to my heart than eye,
And watched the blue smoke curling up,
Between me and the winter sky.
Though nearer to my heart than eye,
And watched the blue smoke curling up,
Between me and the winter sky.
Wayworn I traced the homeward track,
My wayward youth had left with joy;
Unchanged in soul I wandered back—
A man in years—in heart a boy.
My wayward youth had left with joy;
Unchanged in soul I wandered back—
A man in years—in heart a boy.
I thought upon its cheerful hearth,
And cheerful hearts' untainted glee,
And felt, of all I'd seen on earth,
This was the dearest spot to me.
And cheerful hearts' untainted glee,
And felt, of all I'd seen on earth,
This was the dearest spot to me.