And with you here, my full glad heart

Can only say, you’ve come.

For all your touching, pleading ways

But serve to make me dumb.

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Old Masonry

LONG, long ago in our old street

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Back from the busy road,

An old deserted stone house stood

Breaking beneath its load.

Such ruin that remained of peaks

Stood out against the skies.

And the memory of old things

Looked from behind its eyes.

In summer time this dead old house

Set in its flowery space.

One likened to a stranger

In a much too friendly place.

In winter time its creaking frame

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