Poems (Browning)/Absence

For works with similar titles, see Absence.
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Ahsence
Though I'm from home, what loving face
 Could I from memory erase?
I breathe with every hour a prayer,
 Father, watch o'er and guard them there,
For truant fancy bids me come
 To share the sweet abode again;
Once more I kneel contented; low
 Upon the hearth; the gentle glow
Awakens pictures as of old,
 I hear the fairy tales retold,
And fear yet love some haunted wild,
 Dare any scorn to be a child?

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