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!

Sara Teasdale

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