WELCOME HOME

To my native place

Bent upon returning,

Bosom all day burning

To be where my race

Well were known,‘ twas much with me

There to dwell in amity.

Folk had sought their beds,

But I hailed: to view me

Under the moon, out to me

Several pushed their heads,

And to each I told my name,

Plans, and that therefrom I came.

“Did you?... Ah,‘ tis true

I once heard, back a long time,

Here had spent his young time,

Some such man as you...

Good-night.” The casement closed again,

And I was left in the frosty lane.