Starting For My Vacation (Sept. 9, 1890)

I’m going home, once more I’ll roam

     Through sunny field and shady wildwood;

And catch again the sweet refrain

     Which dwelt with me through childhood.

I’m on the way, long seems the day

     Of noise and smoke and cinders;

I’ll conceal how vexed I feel

     At all the stops and hinders.

Now I can see each well loved tree,

     And soon I’ll be out rowing

Upon the stream which in my dream

     I oft see calmly flowing.

                                      Written on Shore Line train.