The Return

The Return
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And so at last I trod the ways,
I once had found so fair
To find the rose of menery
Had drooped and faded there

Noon on the strange-familiar ways-
Dust, and the common things:
Until at last, the day spread out
For fight its lovely wings

And let their golden showers fall
Across the fields I knew,
And then the sudden splendor came,
As it was won’t to do

Like the old zmile across a face,
Whose early charm is spent,
That light of unforgotten days,
Trembled and came and went
Charlotte Wilson