Will you come homeward from the hills of Dreamland
Home in the dusk, and speak to me again?
Tell me the stories that I am forgetting
Quicken my hope, and recompense my pain?
Will you come homeward from the hills of Dreamland?
I have grown weary, though I wait you yet;
Watching the fallen leaf, the faith grown fainter
The mem'ry smoulder'd to a dull regret
Shall the remembrance die in dim forgetting
All the fond light that glorifiеd my way?
Will you come homeward from the hills of Drеamland
Home in the dusk, and turn my night to day?