Author Edwin John Pratt Her heart cried out, — — Come home, come home, — When the storm beat in at the door, When the window showed a spatter of foam, And her ear rang with the roar Of the reef; and she called again, — Come home, — To the ship in reach of the shore. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments