The Return by Mary C. Landon

Light all the lamps in the windows:

I shall not come home.

I shall stay out here with the wind.

I want to roam.

Leave all the doors in the house wide:

I shall pass them by.

I am going up on a hill

And watch the sky.

Pile up the wood in the fireplace,

And then let it flare:

I am going where I can feel

The rain  in my hair.

Just before dawn I came creeping,

Cold and wet and thin;

I knocked and called, but no one came:

O, let me in!