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FROM HOUSE TO HOME.
The first was like a dream through summer heat,
The second like a tedious numbing swoon,
While the half-frozen pulses lagged to beat
Beneath a winter moon.
The second like a tedious numbing swoon,
While the half-frozen pulses lagged to beat
Beneath a winter moon.
"But," says my friend, "what was this thing and where?"
It was a pleasure-place within my soul;
An earthly paradise supremely fair
That lured me from the goal.
It was a pleasure-place within my soul;
An earthly paradise supremely fair
That lured me from the goal.
The first part was a tissue of hugged lies;
The second was its ruin fraught with pain:
Why raise the fair delusion to the skies
But to be dashed again?
The second was its ruin fraught with pain:
Why raise the fair delusion to the skies
But to be dashed again?
