For works with similar titles, see The Return.
THE RETURN
When we came back to the old beloved places,
Home of our dreams, we had forgotten quite
Days of our grief when new o'er little faces
Grass waved and dew fell in the starless night.
Home of our dreams, we had forgotten quite
Days of our grief when new o'er little faces
Grass waved and dew fell in the starless night.
Leaves of green silk, laughing skies of azure,
Rose freshly blowing, and birds in the bowers:
So in that May the Spring spilled out her treasure,
Young Love went walking knee-deep in flowers.
Rose freshly blowing, and birds in the bowers:
So in that May the Spring spilled out her treasure,
Young Love went walking knee-deep in flowers.
Just for a space our hearts forgetting wholly
Wreckage of winter and blight in the groves;
How Death came walking heavily and slowly
O'er the saddest garlands that once were Love's.
Wreckage of winter and blight in the groves;
How Death came walking heavily and slowly
O'er the saddest garlands that once were Love's.
Mercy of mercies! We were so glad returning,
Old griefs forgotten, old joys renewed;
Death that was Life no longer wears the mourning,
Death that was Love hath raised his shadowy hood.
Old griefs forgotten, old joys renewed;
Death that was Life no longer wears the mourning,
Death that was Love hath raised his shadowy hood.