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should be yours, if I could build The quaint old dwelling I desire, With books and pictures bravely filled And chairs beside an open fire White-panelled rooms with candles lit— I lie awake to think of it!

A dial for the sunny hours, A garden of old-fashioned flowers— Sav marigolds and lavender And mignonette and fever-few, And Judas tree and maiden-hair And candytuft and thyme and rue— All these for you to wander in.

A Chinese carp (called Mandarin!) Waving a sluggish silver fin Deep in the moat: so tame he comes To lip your fingers offering crumbs. Tall chimneys, like long listening ears, White shutters, ivy green and thick, And walls of ruddy Tudor brick Grown mellow with the passing years.