The Homecoming (Wickham)
The Homecoming, by Anna Wickham (1884-1947)
I waited ten years in the husk
That once had been our home,
Watching from dawn to dusk
To see if he would come.
And there he was beside me
Always at board and bed;
I looked — and woe betide me
He I had loved was dead.
He fell at night on the hillside,
They brought him home to his place,
I had not the solace of sorrow
Till I had looked at his face.
Then I clasped the broken body
To see if it breathed or moved,
For there, in the smile of his dying,
Was the gallant man I had loved.
O wives come lend me your weeping,
I have not enough of tears,
For he is dead who was sleping
These ten accursed years.