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If through the rain and wind along the street, / Where the wet stone reflects the flickering gas, / Some weeping autumn night your wandering feet, / Lost in a lonely world, should chance to pass; / If, passing many doors that welcomed you / When robes of good renown your dear name wore, / Your feet again, as once they used to do, / Paused at my door, --
Should I shut fast my heart for the old ill, / The old wrong done, the sorrow and the sin? / Or -- only knowing that I love you still -- / Should I throw wide the door and let you in? / Come -- with your sins -- my tears shall wash them all, / The heart you broke still waits to be your home.
Yet if you came. Oh! lost beyond recall / You never more will come.