ThoIgethomehowlate

Tho I get home how late -- how late --

So I get home - twill compensate --

Better will be the Ecstasy

That they have done expecting me --

When Night -- descending -- dumb -- and dark --

They hear my unexpected knock --

Transporting must the moment be --

Brewed from decades of Agony!

To think just how the fire will burn --

Just how long-cheated eyes will turn --

To wonder what myself will say,

And what itself, will say to me --

Beguiles the Centuries of way!