Wanderer

New Zealand Tablet, 15 September 1921, Page 33

Wanderer

I have come homo again to meadow-land and orchard, win i' , il1 ’ C(! lingers of home wind fast about my own, undo broken words of Jove are sounding at my shoulder Saying Yon were away, and everything was lone The hills you know, and meadow-land, and house were empty. Tho cherries, blossomed and the petals fell , unseen, Ihe dark fruit rounded, ripened, and was gathered, And oh, how empty was the place where you had been! Sometimes the dogs would come, whining softly for you, Asking for a romp across the windy fields once more, pondering what kept you so, worried and bewildered, Waiting for your eager step, your whistle .it the door. \ —Yes, I am home again, the chimney smoke is rising , Straight against the sunset, and 10, a window gleams; But there’s no voice at ray shoulder, no clasp of dear cool fingers, Only tho quiet frost and tho dim-eyed sorrow of dreams. —Bernard Raymond, in the New Republic.