A cottage blest for work
Though tired
Though of dusk
A few poor embers
Burning
Over the poorer dust
But
They make warmth
And
The cottage with a homeliness
Be blest
That a wise soul
Would say
‘Here I will stay,
Not move at all
Enclose myself in here
Let the winds howl outside
And fire rains fall.’
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