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I said I will go back again where we / Were glad together. But my dear, my dear, / Where are the roses we were wont to see / The songs we used to hear?
I said the hearth-flame that once burned for us / I will renew with all the cheer of old, / Yet here within the circle luminous / Our very hearts are cold.
That was a barren garden that we found, / This was an empty house we came to meet, / We, who for all our longing, hear no sound / Of Love's returning feet.