To my native place <br />Bent upon returning, <br />Bosom all day burning <br />To be where my race <br />Well were known, 'twas much with me <br />There to dwell in amity. <br /> <br />Folk had sought their beds, <br />But I hailed: to view me <br />Under the moon, out to me <br />Several pushed their heads, <br />And to each I told my name, <br />Plans, and that therefrom I came. <br /> <br />'Did you? . . . Ah, 'tis true <br />I once heard, back a long time, <br />Here had spent his young time, <br />Some such man as you . . . <br />Good-night.' The casement closed again, <br />And I was left in the frosty lane.<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/welcome-home-20/
