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Sara Teasdale - The Return
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I turned the key and opened wide the door 
To enter my deserted room again, 
Where thro` the long hot months the dust had lain. 
Was it not lonely when across the floor 
No step was heard, no sudden song that bore 
My whole heart upward with a joyous pain? 
Were not the pictures and the volumes fain 
To have me with them always as before? 
But Giorgione`s Venus did not deign 
To lift her lids, nor did the subtle smile 
Of Mona Lisa deepen. Madeleine 
Still wept against the glory of her hair, 
Nor did the lovers part their lips the while, 
But kissed unheeding that I watched them there.
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