WELCOME HOME
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O my native placeBent upon returning,Bosom all day burningTo be where my raceWell were known, ’twas much with meThere to dwell in amity. Folk had sought their beds,But I hailed: to view meUnder the moon, out to meSeveral pushed their heads,And to each I told my name,Plans, and that therefrom I came. “Did you? . . . Ah, ’tis trueI once heard, back a long time,Here had spent his young time,Some such man as you . . .Good-night.” The casement closed again,And I was left in the frosty lane.
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