Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Celias Home-comingAgnes Mary Frances Duclaux (Robinson-Darmesteter) (18571944)
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Down the stormy garden-ways.
Pluck the last sweet pinks that blow,
Gather roses, gather bays,
Since our Celia comes to-day,
That has been so long away.
Not a flower but grows for her!
Make her bed with linen sheets
That have lain in lavender:
Light a fire before she come,
Lest she find us chill at home.
By the leaping blaze at last,
Stooping low to warm her hands
All benumbèd with the blast,
While we hide her cloak away,
To assure us she shall stay!
Fruits and flavours from the East,
Pears and pippins too, and fine
Saffron loaves to make a feast;
China dishes, silver cups,
For the board where Celia sups!
She shall draw us round the blaze,
Laugh, and tell us every one
Of her far triumphant days—
Celia, out of doors a star,
By the hearth a holier Lar!