We are whole
In that sweet home.
That homely home.
That foreboding house
Of hill and stone.
We are at peace.
In peace.
In a piece of Eden,
Where the meandering stream
Flows through the veins
Of the valley,
With that sweet chill
Of welcoming solitude.
In that grand mansion
Built for one.
For everyone.
And that chosen few.
We are,
Where the cloud wanders
Lonely as we.
And on that barren roof,
When the raven giant,
Scavenger of hope,
Decrees, 'No more; '
Where fear overtakes
A lonely fool's courage;
When death has,
Begrudgingly,
Resigned himself to us,
Do we cast inside
Our gaze in awe.
Full of some great wonder
That welcomes us
Home.
Oh, in that sweet home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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