The Return [I turned the key and opened wide the door]

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Title:     The Return [I turned the key and opened wide the door]
Author: Sara Teasdale [More Titles by Teasdale]

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.

[The end]
Sara Teasdale's poem: Return [I turned the key and opened wide the door]

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