A yellow light in a bluer night
Holding the home inside:
A signal out that all are in-
Save one who, journeying, tried
To beat the sun in its setting down,
-To cross the countryside.
In rising stars and falling dew,
Through places now darkened by night,
He steps a quickened pace for home
To see a splinter of light
And those he knows who, waiting there,
Have kept it yellow and bright.
The hour is late and, locked, the gate
On its hinges of steel on stone.
Young faces out see young faces in
As they watch for someone well-known
To appear in the light kept on in the blue
-To bring the traveler home.
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