Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/The Return
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THE RETURN
In some far and lonely midnight
I shall arise as in a dream,
And part dark curtains on a strange room
Where mysterious candles gleam.
I shall arise as in a dream,
And part dark curtains on a strange room
Where mysterious candles gleam.
I shall open an unknown book
In that weird and wind-stirred place,
And come upon a poem
With a sad face.
In that weird and wind-stirred place,
And come upon a poem
With a sad face.
I shall listen to my dead heart's cry
Faint through the years that are gone,
And I shall feel over my shoulder
The Silence looking on.
Faint through the years that are gone,
And I shall feel over my shoulder
The Silence looking on.
And very softly he will touch me,
And I shall turn toward the gloom;
He will take my arm and quietly
Lead me out of the room.
And I shall turn toward the gloom;
He will take my arm and quietly
Lead me out of the room.
Poetry, A Magazine of VerseOscar Williams