When she comes home again! A thousand ways
I fashion, to myself, the tenderness
Of my glad welcome: I shall tremble--yes;
And touch her, as when first in the old days
I touched her girlish hand, nor dared upraise
Mine eyes, such was my faint heart's sweet distress.
Then silence: And the perfume of her dress:
The room will sway a little, and a haze
Cloy eyesight--soulsight, even--for a space:
And tears--yes; and the ache here in the throat,
To know that I so ill deserve the place
Her arms make for me; and the sobbing note
I stay with kisses, ere the tearful face
Again is hidden in the old embrace.
When She Comes Home
James Whitcomb Riley
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Poem topics: heart, home, silence, space, hidden, embrace, sweet, place, room, stay, face, touch, glad, deserve, fashion, throat, dress, distress, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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