Are still before me face to face;
Methinks I almost can
Turn poet and join the singing race
Across the fields to Anne!




The House and the Road. [Josephine Preston Peabody]



The little Road says, Go,
The little House says, Stay:
And O, it's bonny here at home,
But I must go away.

The little Road, like me,
Would seek and turn and know;
And forth I must, to learn the things
The little Road would show!

And go I must, my dears,
And journey while I may,
Though heart be sore for the little House
That had no word but Stay.

Maybe, no other way
Your child could ever know
Why a little House would have you stay,