XLIX
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When I am home from travel, My eager foot will stay not Until I reach the threshold Where I went forth from thee.
And there, as darkness gathers 5 In the rose-scented garden, The god who prospers music Shall give me skill to play.
And thou shalt hear, all startled, A flute blown in the twilight, 10 With the soft pleading magic The green wood heard of old.
Then, lamp in hand, thy beauty In the rose-marble entry! And unreluctant Hermes 15 Shall give me words to say.