I am driven everywhere from a clinging home, <br />O autumn eves! and I ween'd that you would yet <br />have made, when your smouldering dwindled to odorous fume, <br />close room for my heart, where I might crouch and dream <br />of days and ways I had trod, and look with regret <br />on the darkening homes of men and the window-gleam, <br />and forget the morrows that threat and the unknown way. <br />But a bitter wind came out of the yellow-pale west <br />and my heart is shaken and fill'd with its triumphing cry: <br />You shall find neither home nor rest; for ever you roam <br />with stars as they drift and wilful fates of the sky!<br /><br />Christopher John Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-driven-everywhere-from-a-clinging-home/
