by: Karle Wilson Baker
- nd so at last I trod the ways
- I once had found so fair,
- To find the rose of memory
- Had drooped and faded there.
- Noon on the strange-familiar ways;
- Dust, and the common things;
- Until at last the day spread out
- For flight its lovely wings,
- And let their golden shadows fall
- Across the fields I knew;
- And then the sudden splendor came
- As it was wont to do.
- Like the old smile across a face
- Whose early charm is spent,
- That light of unforgotten days
- Trembled--and came--and went!
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|"The Return" is reprinted from Blue Smoke. Karle Wilson Baker. New Haven: Yale University Press, 1919.