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To W. M.
Home, home from the horizon far and clear,|
Hither the soft wings sweep;
Flocks of the memories of the day draw near
The dovecote doors of sleep.
Oh, which are they that come through sweetest light|
Of all these homing birds?
Which with the straightest and the swiftest flight?
Your words to me, your words!
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