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THE RETURN
I rested in your easy chair,
Slept in your late-abandoned bed,
And felt your pleasure everywhere
A benediction on my head,
Through sleep and waking: all the while
I was quite sure I felt your smile.
Slept in your late-abandoned bed,
And felt your pleasure everywhere
A benediction on my head,
Through sleep and waking: all the while
I was quite sure I felt your smile.
I knelt and laid my cheek upon
The cushions that you lately pressed;
All your familiar things foregone
Took to my own use and behest,
Quite sure your spirit leant to bless
Your daughter in that loneliness.
The cushions that you lately pressed;
All your familiar things foregone
Took to my own use and behest,
Quite sure your spirit leant to bless
Your daughter in that loneliness.
I sat beside your fire aglow,
In the dim hours 'twixt night and day,
And knew you would be glad to know—
You who gave everything away—
I had your old room, sweet and warm,
Safe from the winter night and storm.
In the dim hours 'twixt night and day,
And knew you would be glad to know—
You who gave everything away—
I had your old room, sweet and warm,
Safe from the winter night and storm.
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I slept, I rose, I rested there;
My thoughts, my dreams, were still and glad
The dear room kept its happy air
As in the golden years we had;
And sleeping, waking, all the while,
I was quite sure I felt your smile.
My thoughts, my dreams, were still and glad
The dear room kept its happy air
As in the golden years we had;
And sleeping, waking, all the while,
I was quite sure I felt your smile.
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