Poem by Sara Teasdale

The Return

He has come, he is here,
My love has come home,
The minutes are lighter
Than flying foam,
The hours are like dancers
On gold-slippered feet,
The days are young runners
Naked and fleet—
For my love has returned,
He is home, he is here,
In the whole world no other
Is dear as my dear!

1. In a Cuban Garden
2. Bells
3. Alone
4. Morning Song
5. Understanding

Annie Fields The Return ("The bright sea washed beneath her feet")

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