Tho' I get home how late -- how late

Tho' I get home how late -- how late -- So I get home - 'twill compensate -- Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me -- When Night -- descending -- dumb -- and dark -- They hear my unexpected knock -- Transporting must the moment be -- Brewed from decades of Agony!

To think just how the fire will burn -- Just how long-cheated eyes will turn -- To wonder what myself will say, And what itself, will say to me -- Beguiles the Centuries of way!