Poems (Barker)/Are You Coming

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Are You Coming.
Are you coming, dear, to meet me, With your face so glad and fair,Are you coming, baby darling, Down the radiant, shining stair?For last night I thought I saw you; I had come a weary way;And you hastened out to meet me, At the closing of the day.
Oh, you were so fair, my baby! With your arms outstretched to me;And I held you to my bosom,— Where on earth you ne'er can be!And I kissed your face, sweet baby, And your dainty, little hands,Just as I have longed to kiss them, Since you crossed the "golden sands."
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Then I awakened from my dreaming, And I sighed that 'twas a dream;Still I feel so very near you; Still I see the lingering gleamOf the light that shone about you, Of the glory on your face;When the house is still, my darling, Every feature I can trace.
Are you coming, surely coming, With your arms outstretched to me?Shall I see you, precious baby, As last night I seemed to see?And sometimes I almost wonder, If you were not at my side,Sent to me, by One who knoweth How I miss my babe that died.
And if so, O baby darling, You will know my love so deep:You will hear me when I call you, When the house is calm with sleep.And you'll often come to tell me, Of the joy in store for me,When I see you, precious baby, As last night I seemed to see.
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