Music, Going Home
THE vale is crowding up with stars,
And I am stealing home —
While everywhere the “ chirps ” and “ chirrs ”
From secret cellars come!
And I am stealing home —
While everywhere the “ chirps ” and “ chirrs ”
From secret cellars come!
The dusk is busy with applause —
The crickets most rejoice!
And everything that had to pause
Has found a cheering voice!
The crickets most rejoice!
And everything that had to pause
Has found a cheering voice!
Oh! have I really come so near
The risen Shades of Things,
So near the Spirits that I hear
The music of their wings ?
The risen Shades of Things,
So near the Spirits that I hear
The music of their wings ?