Come back to me, little dancing feet that roam the wide world o'er, <br />I long for the lilt of your flying steps in my silent rooms once more; <br />Come back to me, little voices gay with laughter and with song, <br />Come back, little hearts beating high with hopes, I have missed and mourned you long. <br /> <br />My roses bloom in my garden walks all sweet and wet with the dew, <br />My lights shine down on the long hill road the waning twilights through, <br />The swallows flutter about my eaves as in the years of old, <br />And close about me their steadfast arms the lisping pine trees fold. <br /> <br />But I weary for you at morn and eve, O, children of my love, <br />Come back to me from your pilgrim ways, from the seas and plains ye rove, <br />Come over the meadows and up the lane to my door set open wide, <br />And sit ye down where the red light shines from my welcoming fireside. <br /> <br />I keep for you all your childhood dreams, your gladness and delights, <br />The joy of days in the sun and rain, the sleep of carefree nights, <br />All the sweet faiths ye have lost and sought again shall be your own, <br />Darlings, come to my empty heartI am old and still and alone!<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-home-calls/
