Homeward to You
E. Coates
Birds in the summer dawn sing through the hours
Songs for the love of morn, dew and the flowers.
Songs in this heart of mine waken, too,
as through the dawn I go thinking of you.
Love, when the evening falls birds will be still,
Silent the quiet fields under the hill;
But in this heart of mine songs wake anew,
As through the dusk I come homeward to you.