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.
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