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LOVE'S SINGER. VIII. A Homing Song
Turn your eyes to me, turn your heart to me,
Out of the trouble of daily things.
Out of your labour your love-thoughts start to me
Homing surely as if they had wings,
Out of the grimy and garrulous mart to me—
Birds that home to my heart that sings.
Out of the trouble of daily things.
Out of your labour your love-thoughts start to me
Homing surely as if they had wings,
Out of the grimy and garrulous mart to me—
Birds that home to my heart that sings.
Birds that home through the world of cages
To the free sweet heaven where love is light,
Come through the crowd that clamours for wages,
Kestrel and pyat and crow and kite.
Here is the place which the longing of sages
Sought and missed, between day and night.
To the free sweet heaven where love is light,
Come through the crowd that clamours for wages,
Kestrel and pyat and crow and kite.
Here is the place which the longing of sages
Sought and missed, between day and night.
Winds are wild when they 're loosed from tether,
But the wind that blows you to me is kind.
Come then, come, though the evil weather
Throw cloud on to cloud till the day be blind.
Come to my heart and there together
Nestle, my birds, and be glad of night
That sets the wrongs of the long day right.
But the wind that blows you to me is kind.
Come then, come, though the evil weather
Throw cloud on to cloud till the day be blind.
Come to my heart and there together
Nestle, my birds, and be glad of night
That sets the wrongs of the long day right.
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