I am driven everywhere from a clinging home,
O autumn eves! and I ween'd that you would yet
have made, when your smouldering dwindled to odorous fume,
close room for my heart, where I might crouch and dream
of days and ways I had trod, and look with regret
on the darkening homes of men and the window-gleam,
and forget the morrows that threat and the unknown way.
But a bitter wind came out of the yellow-pale west
and my heart is shaken and fill'd with its triumphing cry:
You shall find neither home nor rest; for ever you roam
with stars as they drift and wilful fates of the sky!
I Am Driven Everywhere From A Clinging Home
Christopher John Brennan
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Poem topics: autumn, dream, sky, wind, room, unknown, forget, bitter, regret, yellow, window, heart, home, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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