I learned – at least –
what Home could be –
How ignorant I had been
Of pretty ways of Covenant –
How awkward at ⁺the Hymn

 

Round our new Fireside –
but for this –
This pattern – of the way –
Whose Memory drowns
me, like the Dip
Of a Celestial Sea –

 

What Mornings in our
Garden – guessed –
What Bees – for us – to
hum –
With only ⁺Birds to
interrupt
The Ripple of our Theme –

 

 ¦

 

And Task for Both –
When Play be done –
Your ⁺Problem – of the
Brain –
And mine – some
foolisher effect –
A ⁺Ruffle – or a Tune –

 

The Afternoons – together
spent –
And Twilight – in the
Lanes –
Some ministry to poorer lives –
Seen poorest – thro′ our gains –

 

And then Return – and
⁺Night – and Home –

 

And then away to You
to pass –
A new – diviner – Care –

 ¦

Till Sunrise ⁺take us
back to Scene –
Transmuted – Vivider –

 

This seems a Home –
And Home is not –
But what that Place
could be –
Afflicts me – as a
Setting Sun –
Where Dawn – knows
how to be –

 

+ the Plan + Bloom + labor
+ Thimble + Trust + call –