THE RETURN
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The unimaginable hour That folds away our joys and pain Holds not the spirit in its power. Therefore I shall come home again (Wherever my poor body lies), To whisper in the summer trees Upon a lazy fall and rise Of wind: and in day’s red decline Walk with the sun those roads of mine, Then rosy with my memories. Though you may see me not, yet hear My laughter in the laughing streams, My footsteps in the running rain.... For sake of all I counted dear And visit still within my dreams I shall at last come home again.