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When the dews are earliest falling,

When the evening glen is grey,

Ere thou lookest, ere thou speakest,

My beloved,

I depart, and I return to thee,—

Return, return, return.

Dost thou watch me while I traverse

Haunts of men, beneath the sun—

Dost thou list while I bespeak them

With a voice whose cheer is thine?

O my brothers! men, my brothers,

You are mine, and I am yours;

I am yours to cheer and succour,

I am yours for hope and aid:

Lo, my hand to raise and stay you,

Lo, my arm to guard and keep,

My voice to rouse and warn you,

And my heart to warm and calm;

My heart to lend the life it owes

To her that is not here,

In the power of her that dwelleth

Where you know not—no, nor guess not—

Whom you see not; unto whom,—

Ere the evening star hath sunken,

Ere the glow-worm lights its lamp,

Ere the wearied workman slumbers,—

I return, return, return.