Low Tide on Grand Pré: A Book of Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

THE UNRETURNING


 

THE old eternal spring once more
     Comes back the sad eternal way,
With tender rosy light before
     The going-out of day.

The great white moon across my door
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     A shadow in the twilight stirs;
But now forever comes no more
     That wondrous look of Hers.