THE RETURN
The unimaginable hour
That folds away our joys and pain
Holds not the spirit in its power.
Therefore I shall come home again
(Wherever my poor body lies),
To whisper in the summer trees
Upon a lazy fall and rise
Of wind: and in day’s red decline
Walk with the sun those roads of mine,
Then rosy with my memories.
Though you may see me not, yet hear
My laughter in the laughing streams,
My footsteps in the running rain....
For sake of all I counted dear
And visit still within my dreams
I shall at last come home again.