I lost Young Love so long ago
I had forgot him quite,
Until a little lass and lad
Went by my door to-night.
Ah, hand in hand, but not alone,
They passed my open door,
For with them walked that other one
Who paused here Mays before.
And I, who had forgotten long,
Knew suddenly the grace
Of one who in an empty land
Beholds a kinsman's face.
Oh, Young Love, gone these many years,
'Twas you came back to-night,
And laid your hand on my two eyes
That they might see aright,
And took my listless hand in yours
(Your hands without a stain),
And touched me on my tired heart
That it might beat again.
The Return
Theodosia Garrison
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Poem topics: I love you, alone, heart, lost, face, open, tired, suddenly, night, I miss you, young, long, door, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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