I saw you smile.

Or was it only fancy?

Then I gave you my profoundest thought

For a short while.

And way down in your remotest depths

Great possibilities looked out at me,{79}

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And I thought of all the things you might do

For this restless world.

So I fell in love with you,

Before you were a half hour old.

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Homesickness

THE folks whom we visit, but once in a while

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Those friends who are far, far away,

May be thoughtful and generous indeed to a fault

And kindness itself every day.

Not even the hills with the mist on the top

And the sun shooting flames ’cross the loam,

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