Home + 

Often I had gone this way before: + 

But now it seemed I never could be + 

And never had been anywhere else; + 

’Twas home; one nationality + 

We had, I and the birds that sang, + 

One memory. + 

They welcomed me. I had come back + 

That eve somehow from somewhere far: + 

The April mist, the chill, the calm, + 

Meant the same thing familiar + 

And pleasant to us, and strange too, + 

Yet with no bar. + 

The thrush on the oaktop in the lane + 

Sang his last song, or last but one; + 

And as he ended, on the elm + 

Another had but just begun + 

His last; they knew no more than I + 

The day was done. + 

Then past his dark white cottage front + 

A labourer went along, his tread + 

Slow, half with weariness, half with ease; + 

And, through the silence, from his shed + 

The sound of sawing rounded all + 

That silence said. + 