Classic Poem

Forgive me, dear, if I have lost my way,
In coming home to you
Through storm and shadow of the gathering night;
If I did stray,
Still I was seeking, and I never knew
How near me burned the dear and friendly light.

Now at your door, ere the great Dark begin,
Alone I stand, and knock:
Say not it is too late that I have come —
O take me in,
For I am yours! Darling, unlock, unlock —
All Time to this was but a journey home!