Dear, though you wander over peace and passion, Searching the days to prove yourself untrue, You cannot hide me. Still, in my own fashion, I shall come back to you. In other eyes, on lips that bid you doubt me, In music, in the little things we knew, In your blind prayers for happiness without me -- I shall come back to you. God keep you safe through all the ache of learning, Through all the wrong you need to be and do, Till in the wise joy of unfearful yearning I shall come back -- I shall come back to you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |