He has come, he is here, <br />My love has come home, <br />The minutes are lighter <br />Than flying foam, <br /> <br />The hours are like dancers <br />On gold-slippered feet, <br />The days are young runners <br />Naked and fleet -- <br /> <br />For my love has returned, <br />He is home, he is here, <br />In the whole world no other <br />Is dear as my dear!<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-return-4/
