For the yearning and the yearning,
And the heart that’s far away.
SONG.
October 3rd, 1893.
Sorrow is come like a swallow to nest,
Winging him up from the wind and the foam;
Mine is the heart that he loves the best,
He dreams of it when he dreams of home.
Strange! in the daylight off he flies,
Swift to the south away to the sea;
But when in the west the ruby dies,