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THE RETURN
Slow falls the sun, with slowly failing birds,
And a breeze of night!
Silent and returning herds
Through lingering light!
And a breeze of night!
Silent and returning herds
Through lingering light!
Sated with seas, with stark and foreign towns,
Green grass again!
I stride once more the spreading downs,
Then find the lane.
Green grass again!
I stride once more the spreading downs,
Then find the lane.
The tree, the brook and the wild garden, all
Have kept their place;
The sigh, the ripple I recall,
But fled thy face!
Have kept their place;
The sigh, the ripple I recall,
But fled thy face!
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