Fly home, my thoughts, that fretting <br />In alien words all day, <br />Have longed for the sun's setting <br />And wished all words away. <br />Fly home to her that knows you, <br />And in her heart repose you. <br /> <br />Fly home, my thoughts, and flutter <br />Like doves to gentle hands. <br />You need no lips to utter <br />What her heart well understands. <br />Her heart will open to you: <br />From far, my thoughts, she knew you. <br /> <br />Breathe out your breath, like roses, <br />About her loosened hair; <br />Soothe each eyelid that closes <br />With tender murmured prayer; <br />Your happy vigil keeping <br />Over her sacred sleeping. <br /> <br />Fly home, my thought's devotion, <br />Fly fast and there abide. <br />A barren senseless ocean <br />Is all the world beside. <br />Your home is only there, where she <br />Shrines all the world's desire for me.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-evening-2/
