Heimweh.
On the brown beach the children play With little pink feet in the foam, And when thev tire they know the way— The short soft way that leads to home. But ah I for us how broad the beach. ! How all the sand with thorns is strewn, Back to the gate w e may not reach, Though we should walk from June to June! The warm lights in the windows start, cross the dark the red flames run, Twin ing hot hands about my heart nd searing old wounds one by one. A cold wind from the grey Noith Sea Flecks the tal twiht cliffs with foam ; My wandering feet a man's may be But my heart's a child'^ for home ! — Will H. Ogilvie.
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Free Lance, Volume V, Issue 233, 17 December 1904, Page 10 (Supplement)
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125Heimweh. Free Lance, Volume V, Issue 233, 17 December 1904, Page 10 (Supplement)
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