another Del Riego -- "be though my haven when I speed"

Speranza 1917 all things come home at eventide, like birds weary of their roaming and I would hasten to thy side, homing. o dearest, I have wandered far, from day break to the twilight gloaming, I come back with the evening star, homing. thou art my hunger and my need, the goal and solace of my roaming, be thou my haven when I speed, homing. A. L. Salmon – Teresa del Riego.