Christopher John Brennan

Here you will find the Poem I am driven everywhere from a clinging home of poet Christopher John Brennan

I am driven everywhere from a clinging home

I am driven everywhere from a clinging home, 
O autumn eves! and I ween'd that you would yet 
have made, when your smouldering dwindled to odorous fume, 
close room for my heart, where I might crouch and dream 
of days and ways I had trod, and look with regret 
on the darkening homes of men and the window-gleam, 
and forget the morrows that threat and the unknown way. 
But a bitter wind came out of the yellow-pale west 
and my heart is shaken and fill'd with its triumphing cry: 
You shall find neither home nor rest; for ever you roam 
with stars as they drift and wilful fates of the sky!