Miracle, and Other Poems

<h2 id="id00213" style="margin-top: 4em">THE ROVER</h2> <p id="id00214">Though I follow a trail to north or south,<br/> Though I travel east or west,<br/> There's a little house on a quiet road<br/> That my hidden heart loves best;<br/> And when my journeys are over and done,<br/> 'Tis there I will go to rest.<br/></p> <p id="id00215">The snows have bleached it this many a year;<br/> The sun has painted it grey;<br/> The vines hold it close in their clinging arms;<br/> The shadows creep there to stay;<br/> And the wind goes calling through empty rooms<br/> For those who have gone away.<br/></p> <p id="id00216">But the roses against the window-pane<br/> Are the roses I used to know;<br/> And the rain on the roof still sings the song<br/> It sang in the long ago,<br/> When I lay me down to sleep in a bed<br/> Little and white and low.<br/></p> <p id="id00217">It is long since I bid it all good-bye,<br/> With young light-hearted disdain;<br/> I remember who stood at the door that day;<br/> Her tears fell fast as the rain;<br/> And I whistled a tune and waved my hand,<br/> But never went back again.<br/></p> <p id="id00218">Toll I have paid at the gates of the world,<br/> The sand I know and the sea;<br/> I have taken the wide and open road,<br/> With steps unhindered and free;<br/> Yet, like a bell ringing down in my heart,<br/> My home is calling to me.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />