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Robert Laurence Binyon - Home--Coming
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From the howl of the wind
 As I opened the door
 And entered, the firelight
 Was soft on the floor.

 Mute each in their places
 Were table and chair,
 The white wall, the shadows,
 Awaiting me there.

 All was strange on a sudden!
 From the stillness a spell,
 A fear or a fancy,
 Across my heart fell.

 Were they waiting another
 To sit by the hearth?
 Was it I saw them newly,
 A stranger on earth?
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