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Show CLICK 0' THE LATCH By Nancy Byrd Turner. The silence holds for it, taut and true; The young moon stays for it, wistful white; Winds that whimpered the sunset through, Sigh for it, low and light. Click o' the latch, and he'll come home A stir in the dusk at the little gate, . Hush, my heart, and be still, my heart Surely it's sweet to wait! The tall skies lean for it, listening Never a star but lends an ear The passionate porch flowers stop and cling, Parting their leaves to hear. Click o' the latch, an' him come home A step on the flags, a snatch of song, Hurry, my heart, be swift, my heart How did we wait so long! Llppincott's. |