HERE we came when love was young.
Now that love is old,
Shall we leave the floor unswept
And the hearth acold?
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Here the hill-wind in the dusk,
Wandering to and fro,
Moves the moonflowers, like a ghost
Of the long ago.
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Here from every doorway looks
A remembered face,
Every sill and panel wears
A familiar grace.
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Let the windows smile again
To the morning light,
And the door stand open wide
When the moon is bright.
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Let the breeze of twilight blow
Through the silent hall,
And the dreaming rafters hear
How the thrushes call.
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Oh, be merciful and fond
To the house that gave
All its best to shelter love,
Built when love was brave!
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Here we came when love was young,
Now that love is old,
Never let its day be lone,
Nor its heart acold!
– The Homestead by William Bliss Carman
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