LOVE comes back to his vacant dwelling, -- The old, old Love that we knew of yore! We see him stand by the open door, With his great eyes sad, and his bosom swelling. He makes as though in our arms repelling, He fain would lie as he lay before; -- Love comes back to his vacant dwelling, -- The old, old Love that we knew of yore! Ah, who shall help us from over-spelling That sweet forgotten, forbidden lore! E'en as we doubt in our heart once more, With a rush of tears to our eyelids welling, Love comes back to his vacant dwelling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHILLIN' A DAY by RUDYARD KIPLING SONNET: 27 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: AUBADE by EDITH SITWELL FIAMMETT: SONNET. OF FIAMMETTA SINGING by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO O, GO NOT YET! by QUINTIN BONE THE CALL TO ARMS by CARL JOHN BOSTELMANN TO A BUTTERFLY by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE UPON A MISER THAT MADE A GREAT FEAST; THE NEXT DAY HE DIED FOR GRIEF by JOHN CLEVELAND ON TAKING LEAVE OF - , 1817 [SHORTER VERSION OF 'TO TWO SISTERS'] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |