You have returned. You have returned, my joy:
you have returned as polar morning comes
after a whole night winter. Throb the drums,
— yes beat my blood to greet my darling boy.
My heart with wild delight shall now employ
both tongue and pen to reckon up the sums
of all my gladness. Pleasure almost numbs
my reason. I am shaken like a toy.
Like sunlight after a storm, like flowers from ice,
yes, like a torch lit in oblivion
you have returned, and heaven bursts above.
No music mad enough shall suffice.
My heart shall paean like a clarion.
I am the bugle for the mouth of love.
Text: #19, from Carmina Amico (1932), by Edwards James
Image: photographer, subjects, unknown