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 UNA.

OVING, roving, as it seems,

Una lights my clouded dreams;

Still for journeys she is dressed;

We wander far by east and west.

In the homestead, homely thought;

At my work I ramble not;

If from home chance draw me wide,

Half-seen Una sits beside.

In my house and garden-plot,

Though beloved, I miss her not;

But one I seek in foreign places,

One face explore in foreign faces.