Jest A-Wearyin' Fer You Poem by Frank Lebby Stanton

JEST a-wearyin' fer you
All the time a-feelin' blue;
Wishin' fer you wonderin' when
You'll be comin' home again ;
Restless don't know what to do
Jest a-wearyin' fer you I

Keep a-mopin' day by day :
Dull in everybody's way;
Folks they smile an' pass along
Wonderin' what on earth is wrong;
'Twouldn't help 'em if they knew
Jest a-wearyin' fer you.

Room's so lonesome, with your chair
Empty by the fireplace there,
Jest can't stand the sight o' it!
Go outdoors an' roam a bit:
But the woods is lonesome, too,
Jest a-wearyin' fer you.

Comes the wind with sounds that' jes
Like the rustlin' o' your dress ;
An' the dew on flower an' tree
Tinkles like your step to me!
Violets, like your eyes so blue
Jest a-wearyin' fer you !

Mornin' comes, the birds awake
(Them that sung so fer your sake!),
But there's sadness in the notes
That come thrillin' from their throats!
Seem to feel your absence, too
Jest a-wearyin' fer you.

Evenin' comes: I miss you more
When the dark glooms in the door ;
'Pears jest like you orter be
There to open it fer me!
Latch goes tinklin' thrills me through,
Sets me wearyin' fer you!

Jest a-wearyin' fer you
All the time a-f eelin' blue !
Wishin' fer you wonderin' when
You'll be comin' home again;
Restless don't know 'what to do
Jest a-wearyin' fer you!