Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

(23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907)

Come Home! - Poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

When wintry winds are no more heard,
And joy's in every bosom,
When summer sings in every bird,
And shines in every blossom,
When happy twilight hours are long,
Come home, my love, and think no wrong!

When berries gleam above the stream
And half the fields are yellow,
Come back to me, my joyous dream,
The world hath not thy fellow!
And I will make thee Queen among
The Queens of summer and of song.


Comments about Come Home! by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

  • Bronze Star - 2,467 Points john tiong chunghoo (12/17/2006 11:21:00 PM)

    when the monsoon wind blows
    come back to me
    i will shield you from the rain
    waves and storm (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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