Coming I Come Again Poem by James McLain

Here I have dwelt, 'their I once against was
gone where, there some have all gone before
from whence have I returned, I make my claim.

She is as I, have said, is love saith he
and breath once as sweet as the apple
the meat from the sea and open lips fair
once was the wind in my sail, her hewn horn
of my good hope, returned to she, unfulfilled.

Coming, 'I come again, as wants made will
speaking too her,
I will speak, she may then speak, your home
and my will made of good,
will she serve, deep the well as you, 'I have, willed.

Speaking, we speak of her, of course, I come.
I come when she calls and fall.