The Old House

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Title:     The Old House
Author: Maurice Hewlett [More Titles by Hewlett]

Mossy gray stands the House, four-square to the wind,
Embosomed in the hills. The garden old
Of yew and box and fishpond speaks her mind,
Sweet-ordered, quaint, recluse, fold within fold
Of quietness; but true and choice and kind--
A sober casket for a heart of gold.

[The end]
Maurice Hewlett's poem: Old House

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