From the Green Book of the Bards

by Bliss Carman




When all my lessons have been learned,
And the last year at school is done,
I shall put up my books and games;
"Good-by, my fellows, every one!"

The dusty road will not seem long,


Nor twilight lonely, nor forlorn
The everlasting whippoorwills
That lead me back where I was born.

And there beside the open door,
In a large country dim and cool,

Her waiting smile shall hear at last,
"Mother, I am come home from school."