<SPAN name="RETURN_TO_AN_OLD_HOME"></SPAN>RETURN TO AN OLD HOME.<br/>
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In this wood—how the hazels have grown!—<br/>
I left a treasure all my own<br/>
Of childish kisses and laughter and pain;<br/>
Left, till I might come back again<br/>
To take from the familiar earth<br/>
My hoarded secret and count its worth.<br/>
And all the spider-work of the years,<br/>
All the time-spun gossamers,<br/>
Dewed with each succeeding spring;<br/>
And the piled up leaves the Autumns fling<br/>
To the sweet corruption of death on death....<br/>
At the sudden stir of my spirit's breath<br/>
All scattered. New and fair and bright<br/>
As ever it was, before my sight<br/>
The treasure lay, and nothing missed.<br/>
So having handled all and kissed,<br/>
I put them back, adding one new<br/>
And precious memory of you.<br/>
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