<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428749" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>They Who Return</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Mrs. Weigall</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into the stricken house who steals on quiet feet<br>And sudden brings the sunshine it used to wear?<br>Whose is the tender whisper that turns the bitter sweet?<br>Whose kiss is on your forehead, whose breath in your hair?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who sits down beside you in the firelight glow?<br>Who leans on your shoulder like the boy of old?<br>Whose is the arm about you that you used to know,<br>Drawing the sting from your wound, your heart from cold?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the rustle of dead leaves in the autumn gloam<br>Running like little feet on a wind-swept road,<br>They are coming home so sweetly all the roads of home,<br>Very flesh of your flesh who belong to God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The horse in the stable whinnies by the door,<br>The dog of a sudden is wild with delight.<br>Who is this he welcomes, long waited for?<br>Who smiles in the shadow, so dear, so bright?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mercy of God, they are given, not taken away!<br>There's a face in the doorway, a foot on the floor.<br>They sit down beside us in the shadows grey,<br>Lay their heads on our breasts as oft before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428749" data-title="They Who Return de Katharine Tynan" data-description="To Mrs. Weigall Into the stricken house who steals on quiet feet And sudden brings the sunshine it used to wear? Whose is the tender whisper that turns the bitter sweet? Whose kiss is on your forehead, whose breath in your hair? Who sits down be..."></div> </div> </div>

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