When She Comes Home Again! A Thousand Ways I Fashion, To Myself, The Tenderness Of My Glad Welcome: I Shall Tremble - Yes; And Touch Her, As When First In The Old Days I Touched Her Girlish Hand, Nor Dared Upraise Mine Eyes, Such Was My Faint Heart'S Sweet Distress. Then Silence: And The Perfume Of Her Dress: The Room Will Sway A Little, And A Haze Cloy Eyesight - Soulsight, Even - For A Space: And Tears - Yes; And The Ache Here In The Throat, To Know That I So Ill Deserve The Place Her Arms Make For Me; And The Sobbing Note I Stay With Kisses, Ere The Tearful Face Again Is Hidden In The Old Embrace.