Where every bird is bold to go
And bees abashless play,
The foreigner before he knocks
Must thrust the tears away.
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Where I have lost, I softer tread — |
Where Roses would not dare to go, |
Where Ships of Purple — gently toss — |
Where Thou art — that — is Home — |
Whether my bark went down at sea, |
Whether they have forgotten |
Which is best? Heaven — |
Which is the best — the Moon or the Crescent? |
Which misses most, |