To Amy Wainwright <br /> <br /> <br />This is the time the boys come home from school, <br />Filling the house with gay and happy noise, <br />Never at rest from morn till evening cool -- <br />All the roads of the world bring home the boys. <br /> <br />This is the time -- but still they are not come; <br />The mothers stand in the doorway listening long; <br />Long, long they shall wait ere the boys come home. <br />Where do they tarry, the dear, the light-heart throng? <br /> <br />Their feet are heavy as lead and deep their rest. <br />The mothers watch the road till set of sun; <br />But nevermore the birds fly back to the nest. <br />The roads of the world run Heavenward every one.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-long-vacation/
