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Travellers Return


by Lila Broadhurst

This is an England new to me,
The lady I left is changed;
'Though my captured  heart through her, could ne'er be free;
Yet faithfully returned, 'tis now estranged.

For venturing in those unfamiliar climes,
Oft' times my heart desired them to embrace
And honour them, and cling to them as mine;
Yet could not still the haunting England face.

But I left her in a golden morn.
A smiling maid in silken dyes;
The flush of innocence her cheeks wore;
And 'twas gentleness in her sunny eyes.

I have been o'er long in my wanderings,
Forgetting that time decays;
And the pretty maid in her silken things,
Now wears the rags of more worldly ways.