Classic Poem

When a man turns homeward through the moonfall,
Swift in his path like a meteor bright,
Kindling his wonder and blinding his sight,
His feet will go on, his heartbeats will call
Deep in his breast like quick music, and all
The darkness that swirls like a flame of dead light
Cannot fetter his feet turned homeward at night.
Past thicket and trees like a towering wall
He will go on over hillside and stone,
Clinging like hope to the road that he knows;
Groping along like a shadow, alone,
He will reach for the latch where a candle, gold-eyed,
Watches with her for the door that will close,
Leaving the world like a kitten outside!

When a man turns homeward through the moonfall,
Swift in his path like a meteor bright,
Kindling his wonder and blinding his sight,
His feet will go on, his heartbeats will call
Deep in his breast like quick music, and all
The darkness that swirls like a flame of dead light
Cannot fetter his feet turned homeward at night.
Past thicket and trees like a towering wall
He will go on over hillside and stone,
Clinging like hope to the road that he knows;
Groping along like a shadow, alone,
He will reach for the latch where a candle, gold-eyed,
Watches with her for the door that will close,
Leaving the world like a kitten outside!