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Show I THE RETURN I By Arthur Symons. A littlo hand is knocking at my heart, I And I have closed the door, I "I pray thee, for the love of God, depart: I Thou shalt come in no' more." "Open, for I am weary of the way The night is very black, I have been wandering many a night and day. Open. I have come back." H Tho little hand is knocking patiently; H I listen, dumb with pain: H "Wilt thou not open any more to me? H I have come back again." HB H "I will not open any more. Depart, H I, that once lived, am dead." H Tho hand that had been knocking at my heart I Was still. "And I?" she said. There is no sound, save, in the winter air, i The sound of wind and rain. i All that I loved in all the world stands there, H And will not knock again. Mirror. |