When you are tired of the long road and the open sky, <br />I wish it may be my door that you're passing by: <br />I wish it may be my hearth where you will sit down <br />And tell your tales of the land and sea and the strange far town. <br /> <br />Oh, come you in from eastward or come you in from the west, <br />Here's good cheer to greet you and welcome of the best: <br />Oh come you with your pockets full or come you home poor, <br />Here's a place by the fireside and an open door. <br /> <br />You'll tell me where you were since, and the things you've seen <br />Up and down the wide world where so long you've been, - <br />All the time that I've been here and you far away, - <br />And then awhile be silent, as good friends may. <br /> <br />And then awhile listen to the wind and rain, <br />Moaning in the chimney-breast, beating at the pane, - <br />Dark and cold outside there, and the stormy skies, <br />And you sitting down here with the firelight in your eyes.<br /><br />Cicely Fox Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/traveller-s-rest/
