His Room

"I'm home again, my dear old Room,      I'm home again, and happy, too,     As, peering through the brightening gloom,      I find myself alone with you:         Though brief my stay, nor far away,         I missed you - missed you night and day -         As wildly yearned for you as now. -         Old Room, how are you, anyhow?     "My easy chair, with open arms,      Awaits me just within the door;     The littered carpet's woven charms      Have never seemed so bright before, -         The old rosettes and mignonettes         And ivy-leaves and violets,         Look up as pure and fresh of hue         As though baptized in morning dew.     "Old Room, to me your homely walls      Fold round me like the arms of love,     And over all my being falls      A blessing pure as from above -         Even as a nestling child caressed         And lulled upon a loving breast,         With folded eyes, too glad to weep         And yet too sad for dreams or sleep.     "You've been so kind to me, old Room -      So patient in your tender care,     My drooping heart in fullest bloom      Has blossomed for you unaware;         And who but you had cared to woo         A heart so dark, and heavy, too,         As in the past you lifted mine         From out the shadow to the shine?     "For I was but a wayward boy      When first you gladly welcomed me     And taught me work was truer joy      Than rioting incessantly:         And thus the din that stormed within         The old guitar and violin         Has fallen in a fainter tone         And sweeter, for your sake alone.     "Though in my absence I have stood      In festal halls a favored guest,     I missed, in this old quietude,      My worthy work and worthy rest -         By this I know that long ago         You loved me first, and told me so         In art's mute eloquence of speech         The voice of praise may never reach.     "For lips and eyes in truth's disguise      Confuse the faces of my friends,     Till old affection's fondest ties      I find unraveling at the ends;         But as I turn to you, and learn         To meet my griefs with less concern,         Your love seems all I have to keep         Me smiling lest I needs must weep.     "Yet I am happy, and would fain      Forget the world and all its woes;     So set me to my tasks again,      Old Room, and lull me to repose:         And as we glide adown the tide         Of dreams, forever side by side,         I'll hold your hands as lovers do         Their sweethearts' and talk love to you."