I learned—at least—what Home could be

5Round our new Fireside — but for this —

6This pattern — of the Way —

7Whose Memory drowns me, like the Dip

8Of a Celestial Sea —

9What Mornings in our Garden — guessed —

10What Bees — for us — to hum —

11With only Birds to interrupt

12The Ripple of our Theme —

13And Task for Both —

14When Play be done —

15Your Problem — of the Brain —

16And mine — some foolisher effect —

17A Ruffle — or a Tune —

18The Afternoons — Together spent —

19And Twilight — in the Lanes —

20Some ministry to poorer lives —

21Seen poorest — thro' our gains —

22And then Return — and Night — and Home —

23And then away to You to pass —

24A new — diviner — care —

25Till Sunrise take us back to Scene —

26Transmuted — Vivider —

27This seems a Home —

28And Home is not —

29But what that Place could be —

30Afflicts me — as a Setting Sun —

31Where Dawn — knows how to be —