WHEN my heart goes a-roving <br />'Tis the wide ways for me, <br />And the fields, and the hills, <br />And the big, blue sea. <br />Then 'tis far, far I wander, <br />And 'tis little that you care, <br />With your wiles, and your smiles, <br />And your eyes and hair. <br />But the dream of you follows, <br />Or it gleams at my side; <br />And I turn, turn about, <br />For the world seems wide. <br />There's a rose-mist about you <br />And 'tis sweet, sweet you are, <br />With your throat and your cheeks <br />And your face a star. <br />When my heart comes a-homing <br />'Tis the little house I see, <br />Where you sit all alone <br />With a stool for me.<br /><br />Roderic Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-house-2/
