LOVE comes back to his vacant dwelling, -- The old, old Love that we knew of yore! We see him stand by the open door, With his great eyes sad, and his bosom swelling. He makes as though in our arms repelling, He fain would lie as he lay before; -- Love comes back to his vacant dwelling, -- The old, old Love that we knew of yore! Ah, who shall help us from over-spelling That sweet forgotten, forbidden lore! E'en as we doubt in our heart once more, With a rush of tears to our eyelids welling, Love comes back to his vacant dwelling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS by CARL SANDBURG DOUGLASS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE COMING OF GOOD LUCK by ROBERT HERRICK THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS DE RERUM NATURA: BOOK 3. AGAINST THE FEAR OF DEATH by TITUS LUCRETIUS CARUS ONE WOMAN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH COME HOME by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. |