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Rh Autumn and winter are in the dreams—the farmer
 * goes with his thrift,

The droves and crops increase, and the barns are well-filled.

Elements merge in the night—ships make tacks in
 * the dreams,

The sailor sails—the exile returns home. The fugitive returns unharmed—the immigrant is
 * back beyond months and years.

The poor Irishman lives in the simple house of his
 * childhood, with the well-known neighbors and
 * faces,

They warmly welcome him—he is barefoot again, he
 * forgets he is well off;

The Dutchman voyages home, and the Scotchman
 * and Welshman voyage home, and the native of
 * the Mediterranean voyages home.

To every port of England, France, Spain, enter well-filled
 * ships,

The Swiss foots it toward his hills—the Prussian goes
 * his way, the Hungarian his way, and the Pole
 * his way.

The Swede returns, and the Dane and Norwegian
 * return.

The homeward bound, and the outward bound. The beautiful lost swimmer, the ennuyé, the onanist,
 * the female that loves unrequited, the money-maker,

The actor and actress, those through with their parts,
 * and those waiting to commence,