HOME NO MORE TO ME
by: Robert Louis Stevenson
- OME no more home to me, whither
must I wander?
- Hunger my driver, I go where I must.
- Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather;
- Thick drives the rain, and my roof is in the dust.
- Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree.
- The true word of welcome was spoken in the door--
- Dear days of old, with the faces in the firelight,
- Kind folks of old, you come again no more.
- Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces,
- Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child.
- Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland;
- Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild.
- Now, when day dawns on the broow of the moorland,
- Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold.
- Lone let is stand, now the friends are all departed,
- The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of
- Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moor-fowl,
- Spring shall bring the sun and rain, bring the bees and flowers;
- Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley,
- Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours;
- Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood--
- Fair shine the day on the house with open door;
- Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney--
- But I go for ever and come again no more.
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'Home No More to Me' is reprinted
from An Anthology of Modern Verse. Ed. A. Methuen. London:
Methuen & Co., 1921.