Author Sara Teasdale The day that I come home, What will you find to say,--Words as light as foam With laughter light as spray?Yet say what words you will The day that I come home;I shall hear the whole deep ocean Beating under the foam. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments