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They've torn the old house down that stood	A
Like some kind mother in this place	B
Hugged by its orchard and its wood	A
Two sturdy children strong of race	B
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This formal place makes no appeal	C
I miss the old time happiness	D
And peace which often here did heal	C
The cares of life the heart's distress	E
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The shrubs which snowed their blossoms on	F
The walks wide stretching from the doors	G
Like friendly arms are dead and gone	H
And over all a grand house soars	G
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Within its front no welcome lies	I
But pride's aloofness wealth that stares	J
From windows cold as haughty eyes	I
The arrogance of new made heirs	J
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Its very flowers breathe of cast	K
And even the Springtide seems estranged	L
In that stiff garden caught held fast	K
All her wild beauty clipped and changed	L
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'T is not the Spring that once I knew	M
Who made a glory of her face	B
And robed in shimmering light and dew	M
Moved to wild music in this place	B
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How fair she walked here with her Hours	N
Pouring forth colors and perfumes	O
And with her bosom heaped with flowers	N
Climbed by the rose vines to its rooms	O
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Or round the old porch 'mid the trees	P
Fluttered a flute of bluebird song	Q
Or murmuring with a myriad bees	P
Drowsed in the garden all day long	Q
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How Summer with her apron full	R
Of manna shook the red peach down	S
Or stretched among the shadows cool	T
Wove for her hair a daisy crown	S
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Or with her crickets night and day	U
Gossiped of many a faery thing	V
Her sweet breath warm with scents of hay	U
And honey purple blossoming	V
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How Autumn trailing tattered gold	W
And scarlet in the orchard mused	X
And of the old trees taking hold	W
Upon the sward their ripeness bruised	X
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Or past its sunset window panes	Y
Like thoughts that drift before old eyes	I
Whirled red leaves and the ragged rains	Y
And crows black blown about the skies	I
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How Winter huddled in her hood	A
Of snow and sleet crouched by its flues	I
Or rushing from the stormy wood	A
Rapped at its doors with windy news	I
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Or in the firelight through the pane	Z
Watched Comfort crown with cheer the hearth	A2
Or Love lead in his Yuletide train	Z
Of hospitality and mirth	B2
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It lived The house was part of us	I
It was not merely wood and stone	C2
But had a soul a heart that thus	I
Grappled and made us all its own	C2
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The lives that with its life were knit	D2
In some strange way beyond the sense	I
Had gradually given to it	D2
A look of old experience	I
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A look which I shall not forget	E2
No matter where my ways may roam	F2
I close my eyes I see it yet	E2
The old house that was once my home	F2

Madison Julius Cawein

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