by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow
Lift me up in your love as a light wing lifts a swallow
Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain
But what if I heard my first love calling me again?
Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam
Take me far away to the hills that hide your home
Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door
But what if I heard my first love calling me once more?