 | Poems of Charles Warren Stoddard . |  |
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RETURN
Out of the sunset, in a Summer land,
Led by the South wind from a coral strand,
A prodigal I come at Christmas Eve,
Love in my heart and heart upon my sleeve.
Led by the South wind from a coral strand,
A prodigal I come at Christmas Eve,
Love in my heart and heart upon my sleeve.
'Tis here I seek the love of long ago
And find it, radiant as an afterglow.
Have I been absent, say—or can it be
That I have dreamed that life beyond the sea?
And find it, radiant as an afterglow.
Have I been absent, say—or can it be
That I have dreamed that life beyond the sea?
I cannot tell you, for so true you seem,
Which is reality and which is dream:
But if I dream to-night I pray you then,
“Oh, do not wake me—let me dream again.”
Which is reality and which is dream:
But if I dream to-night I pray you then,
“Oh, do not wake me—let me dream again.”
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