When I Go Home

When I go home, green, green will glow the grass,              Whereon the flight of sun and cloud will pass;                 Long lines of wood-ducks through the deepening gloam              Will hold above the west, as wrought on brass,                 And fragrant furrows will have delved the loam,                 When I go home.              When I go home, the dogwood stars will dash              The solemn woods above the bearded ash,                 The yellow-jasmine, whence its vine hath clomb,              Will blaze the valleys with its golden flash,                 And every orchard flaunt its polychrome,                 When I go home.              When I go home and stroll about the farm,              The thicket and the barnyard will be warm.                 Jess will be there, and Nigger Bill, and Tom--              On whom time's chisel works no hint of harm--                 And, oh, 'twill be a day to rest and roam,                 When I go home!