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 :::THE RETURN HAT can I give to you Who have given me everything? Can I rob the sky of its blue? Can I take the green from the spring? Can I catch the dew as it falls? Can I reach the fount of the rain? Can I snare the foam of the waterfalls And their rain-bow mist retain? Can I enter the tombs of kings And their cerements unbind? Can I steal the Tetrarch's rings And Salome's pearls unwind? Will Helen of Troy give up   The bracelets from her wrist; Or Iseult restore the cup That Tristram drained and kissed? They are gone — they are gone, all these — And their names, like a small faint rain, Drift by without surcease Across time's grievous plain. Oh, lonely and classic face, My harbour and heathen heaven, Can I find nothing to replace All that to me you've given? Let these dim shades depart And their sad faint ghosts go hence. Out of my heart — my heart — I will give you your recompense!