Down home to-night the moonshine falls <br />Across a hill with daisies pied, <br />The pear tree by the garden gate <br />Beckons with white arms like a bride. <br /> <br />A savor as of trampled fern <br />Along the whispering meadow stirs, <br />And, beacon of immortal love, <br />A light is shining through the firs. <br /> <br />To my old gable window creeps <br />The night wind with a sigh and song, <br />And, weaving ancient sorceries, <br />Thereto the gleeful moonbeams throng <br /> <br />Beside the open kitchen door <br />My mother stands all lovingly, <br />And o'er the pathways of the dark <br />She sends a yearning thought to me. <br /> <br />It seeks and finds my answering heart <br />Which shall no more be peace-possessed <br />Until I reach her empty arms <br />And lay my head upon her breast.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/down-home/
