Hast Thou a Thought?

When home I came after many a day
Of longing and waiting so far away,
I sought the path in the sunset glow,
Where the bright eyes watched for me long ago.
And the fair night fell as I whispered low,
'Hast thou a thought of the wanderer now ?'

Then softly glimmered a sudden light,
And I saw thee lean from the casement bright,
And a name floated forth from a voice so sweet !
No doubting of heart and no lingering of feet !
For I hastened near, and I whispered low,
'Hast thou a thought for the wanderer now ?'

Then silently nestled my own sweet bird,
With a joy too deep for a song or word ;
And I question no more, for the answer I know !
So I ask not aloud, and I ask not low,
Whether every night, whether every day,
Thou hadst a thought of thy love far away !