The Return
She gave me tears,
A rain to wash the dust of years,
A silence for disharmony,
For jagged wounds a remedy,
Green windy down for fœtid towns,
For slums sweet-scented closes,
And for the thorn of her blest scorn
I gave her thorny roses.
A rain to wash the dust of years,
A silence for disharmony,
For jagged wounds a remedy,
Green windy down for fœtid towns,
For slums sweet-scented closes,
And for the thorn of her blest scorn
I gave her thorny roses.
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