If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
And be all to me? Shall I never miss
Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss
That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
When I look up, to drop on a new range
Of walls and floors, another home than this...
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Fame is the tint that Scholars leave |
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead |
I should not dare to leave my friend, |
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, |
They leave us with the Infinite. |