I Wait for Thee
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Title
I Wait for Thee
Description
The heart is swept—the fire is bright,
The muffins smoke in napkins white,
Come home, love, come; thy task is done;
The arm-chair to the fire-side drawn,
Come home, love, come; his deep, fond eye
As if thy welcome steps were nigh,
In vain; he finds the welcome vain,
His form unto my heart I strain,
No beating heart, no listening ear,
Ah, now along the crisp walk fast,
The boy is wild with joy at last,
The kettle sings for tea;
The cloth is spread, the lamp is light,The muffins smoke in napkins white,
And now I wait for thee.
Come home, love, come; thy task is done;
The clock ticks listeningly;
The blinds are shut, the curtain down,The arm-chair to the fire-side drawn,
The boy is on my knee.
Come home, love, come; his deep, fond eye
Looks round him wistfully;
And when the whispering winds go by,As if thy welcome steps were nigh,
He crows exultingly.
In vain; he finds the welcome vain,
And turns his glance on mine,
So earnestly, that yet againHis form unto my heart I strain,
That glance is so like thine.
Where'er thy footsteps roam,
No heart will spend such kindly cheer,No beating heart, no listening ear,
Like those who wait thee home.
Ah, now along the crisp walk fast,
That well-known step doth come;
The bolt is drawn, the gate is past,The boy is wild with joy at last,
A thousand welcomes home.
Creator
Unattributed
Source
1:15, p. 1
Date
10.29.1859
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “I Wait for Thee,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/590.
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