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 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
SONNET LVI. SUMMER'S RETURN.
Once more I walk 'mid summer days, as one
Returning to the place where first he met
The face that he till death may not forget;
I know the scent of roses just begun,
And how at evening and at morn the sun
Falls on the places that remember yet
What feet last year within their bounds were set,
And what sweet things were said, and dreamed, and done.
Returning to the place where first he met
The face that he till death may not forget;
I know the scent of roses just begun,
And how at evening and at morn the sun
Falls on the places that remember yet
What feet last year within their bounds were set,
And what sweet things were said, and dreamed, and done.
The sultry silence of the summer night
Recalls to me the loved voice far away;
Oh, surely I shall see, some blessed day,
In places that last year with love were bright,
The face of her I love; and hear the low,
Sweet, troubled music of the voice I know.
Recalls to me the loved voice far away;
Oh, surely I shall see, some blessed day,
In places that last year with love were bright,
The face of her I love; and hear the low,
Sweet, troubled music of the voice I know.
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |