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 glorified my way? Will you come homeward from the hills of Dreamland, Home in the dusk, and turn my night to day?