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 TO ONE WHO COMES NOW AND THEN

you come in, it seems a brighter fire

Crackles upon the hearth invitingly,

The household routine which was wont to tire

Grows full of novelty.

You sit upon our home-upholstered chair

And talk of matters wonderful and strange,

Of books, and travel, customs old which dare

The gods of Time and Change.

Till we with inner word our care refute

Laughing that this our bosoms yet assails,

While there are maidens dancing to a flute

In Andalusian vales.

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