When wintry winds are no more heard, <br /> And joy's in every bosom, <br />When summer sings in every bird, <br /> And shines in every blossom, <br />When happy twilight hours are long, <br />Come home, my love, and think no wrong! <br /> <br />When berries gleam above the stream <br /> And half the fields are yellow, <br />Come back to me, my joyous dream, <br /> The world hath not thy fellow! <br />And I will make thee Queen among <br />The Queens of summer and of song.<br /><br />Mary Elizabeth Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-home/