CAPTIVE-HEART

By Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

Now that the day is done I am ready to greet you,

Smiling, the way that I know you would have me smile;

I will open the door, and will run down the walk to meet you,

As if I had missed you, dear, for a weary while!

I will listen, breathless, the while you tell of your toiling,

All day long in the dust and the city's heat;

And, dear, you will never know that my blood is boiling —

Back of the smile that is calm and tenderly sweet.