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By

Richard Le Gallienne

" WE'RE going home ! " I heard two lovers say,
    They kissed their friends and bade them bright
    good-byes ;
    I hid the deadly hunger in my eyes,
And, lest I might have killed them, turned away.
Ah, love, we too once gambolled home as they,
    Home from the town with such fair merchandise,—
    Wine and great grapes—the happy lover buys :
A little cosy feast to crown the day.

Yes ! we had once a heaven we called a home,
Its empty rooms still haunt me like thine eyes
    When the last sunset softly faded there ;
Each day I tread each empty haunted room,
    And now and then a little baby cries,
    Or laughs a lovely laughter worse to bear.





MLA citation: Le Gallienne, Richard. "Home...." The Yellow Book 4 (Jan. 1895): 11. The Yellow Nineties Online. Ed. Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra. Ryerson University, 2011. Web. [Date of access]. http://www.1890s.ca/HTML.aspx?s=YBV4_legallienne_home.html