by: Zona Gale (1874-1938)
- OW they
come back . . . I never see retreat
- Down the long beach the phalanx of bright foam
- But faint across the fields that fold them home
- I hear the rhythmic fall of speeding feet.
- And they who loved the garden of the sea
- And died, come back. I never know a land
- Of cities but there come to me
- Their dead to touch my hand.
- Dead, who dare not let your eyes
- Flower from the dusk and flame into our own,
- Yet come you as hushed notes in harmonies
- To ways of life that you have known:
- Virgil in blowing sprays round swift-prowed ships,
- Dante in every cry of lips for lips.
POEMS BY ZONA GALE
"Return" is reprinted
from The Secret Way. Zona Gale. New York: Macmillan Co.,