Warm are the still and lucky miles,
White shores of longing stretch away,
A light of recognition fills
   The whole great day, and bright
The tiny world of lovers’ arms.
 
Silence invades the breathing wood
Where drowsy limbs a treasure keep,
Now greenly falls the learned shade
   Across the sleeping brows
And stirs their secret to a smile.
 
Restored! Returned! The lost are borne
On seas of shipwreck home at last:
See! In a fire of praising burns
   The dry dumb past, and we
Our life-day long shall part no more.

1939

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