When she comes home again! A thousand ways <br />I fashion, to myself, the tenderness <br />Of my glad welcome: I shall tremble--yes; <br />And touch her, as when first in the old days <br />I touched her girlish hand, nor dared upraise <br />Mine eyes, such was my faint heart's sweet distress. <br />Then silence: And the perfume of her dress: <br />The room will sway a little, and a haze <br />Cloy eyesight--soulsight, even--for a space: <br />And tears--yes; and the ache here in the throat, <br />To know that I so ill deserve the place <br />Her arms make for me; and the sobbing note <br />I stay with kisses, ere the tearful face <br />Again is hidden in the old embrace.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-she-comes-home-2/
