I Said I Will Go Back Again Where We Were Glad Together. But My Dear, My Dear, Where Are The Roses We Were Wont To See The Songs We Used To Hear? I Said The Hearth-Flame That Once Burned For Us I Will Renew With All The Cheer Of Old, Yet Here Within The Circle Luminous Our Very Hearts Are Cold. That Was A Barren Garden That We Found, This Was An Empty House We Came To Meet, We, Who For All Our Longing, Hear No Sound Of Love'S Returning Feet.