Christina Rossetti - At Home lyrics

When I was dead, my spirit turned To seek the much-frequented house I pa**ed the door, and saw my friends Feasting beneath green orange-boughs; From hand to hand they pushed the wine, They s**ed the pulp of plum and peach; They sang, they jested, and they laughed, For each was loved of each. I listened to their honest chat: Said one: "To-morrow we shall be Plod plod along the featureless sands, And coasting miles and miles of sea." Said one: "Before the turn of tide We will achieve the eyrie-seat." Said one: "To-morrow shall be like To-day, but much more sweet." "To-morrow," said they, strong with hope, And dwelt upon the pleasant way: "To-morrow," cried they, one and all, While no one spoke of yesterday. Their life stood full at blessed noon; I, only I, had pa**ed away: "To-morrow and to-day," they cried; I was of yesterday. I shivered comfortless, but cast No chill across the table-cloth; I, all-forgotten, shivered, sad To stay, and yet to part how loth: I pa**ed from the familiar room, I who from love had pa**ed away, Like the remembrance of a guest That tarrieth but a day.