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The east and west
Hang you with banners,
Flaunt their brief victories of dusk and dawn;
Seasons salute you as they pass,
Call to you and are gone.
Amid your meadow-grass,
Lush, green,
You stand serene.
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Houses are like the hearts of men,
I think;
They must have life within,
(This is their meat and drink),
They must have fires and friends and kin,
Love for the day and night,
Children in strong young laps:
Then they live—then!
Houses and hearts of men,
Joyful and woeful,
Haunted perhaps;

Loving, forgetting,
Loved and forgot,
Fading at last, to die,
Crumble and rot:

But they who know you, Abrigada,
They and I
Forget you not.
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