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When I am home from travel, / My eager foot will stay not / Until I reach the threshold / Where I went forth from thee.
And there, as darkness gathers / In the rose-scented garden, / The god who prospers music / Shall give me skill to play.
And thou shalt hear, all startled, / A flute blown in the twilight, / With the soft pleading magic / The green wood heard of old.
Then, lamp in hand, thy beauty / In the rose-marble entry! / And unreluctant Hermes / Shall give me words to say.