April Airs: A Book of New England Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

THE HOMESTEAD


 

HERE we came when love was young.
Now that love is old,
Shall we leave the floor unswept
And the hearth acold?

Here the hill-wind in the dusk,

5
Wandering to and fro,
Moves the moonflowers, like a ghost
Of the long ago.

Here from every doorway looks
A remembered face,

10
Every sill and panel wears
A familiar grace.

Let the windows smile again
To the morning light,
And the door stand open wide

15
When the moon is bright.

Let the breeze of twilight blow
Through the silent hall,
And the dreaming rafters hear
How the thrushes call.

20
 
Oh, be merciful and fond
To the house that gave
All its best to shelter love,
Built when love was brave!

Here we came when love was young.

25
Now that love is old,
Never let its day be lone,
Nor its heart acold!