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1884–1933

The Return

Sara Teasdale

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!

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