"I WISH THAT I COULD GO."
They who look backward always look through tears.
So, very dimly, somewhere, I do see
"A door that opens into lonesome years,
Furnished with—dust and silence! What can be
Sadder than absence of fair household sights,
Belovéd pictures, warm and pleasant lights,
In empty rooms where———Does it call to me,
That first child-voice which taught my life to know
What music meant?—
"I wish that I could go."
So, very dimly, somewhere, I do see
"A door that opens into lonesome years,
Furnished with—dust and silence! What can be
Sadder than absence of fair household sights,
Belovéd pictures, warm and pleasant lights,
In empty rooms where———Does it call to me,
That first child-voice which taught my life to know
What music meant?—
"I wish that I could go."
I turned and kissed her—You had better stay."
She heard the wood-bells ring among the herds:
"I want to see so many lambs to-day,"
She answered in her little piteous words,
Sweetly half-said and tenderly half-guessed;
"You said there was one robin with a nest
Up in the apple-flowers. I love the birds—
She heard the wood-bells ring among the herds:
"I want to see so many lambs to-day,"
She answered in her little piteous words,
Sweetly half-said and tenderly half-guessed;
"You said there was one robin with a nest
Up in the apple-flowers. I love the birds—
