Home, home from the horizon far and clear,
Hither the soft wings sweep;
Flocks of the memories of the day draw near
The dovecote doors of sleep.
O which are they that come through sweetest light
Of all these homing birds?
Which with the straightest and the swiftest flight?
Your words to me, your words!
At Night
Alice Christiana Thompson Meynell
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Poem topics: light, sleep, flight, clear, horizon, soft, Valentine's Day, home, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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