THE RETURNING

I said I will go back again where we Were glad together. But my dear, my dear, Where are the roses we were wont to see The songs we used to hear?

I said the hearth-flame that once burned for us I will renew with all the cheer of old, Yet here within the circle luminous Our very hearts are cold.

That was a barren garden that we found, This was an empty house we came to meet, We, who for all our longing, hear no sound Of Love's returning feet.