A Spring Harvest/Domum redit Poeta

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DOMUN REDIT POETA

O much desired from far away And long, I hold thee once again,Thou undiminished treasury Of small delights, yet nowise vain:
The cat curled on the cosy hearth, The thrushes in the garden trees,The memories of younger years, The quiet voices, and the peace.
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