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TO my native place / Bent upon returning, / Bosom all day burning / To be where my race / Well were known, 'twas much with me / There to dwell in amity.
Folk had sought their beds, / But I hailed: to view me / Under the moon, out to me / Several pushed their heads, / And to each I told my name, / Plans, and that therefrom I came.
"Did you?... Ah, 'tis true / I once heard, back a long time, / Here had spent his young time, / Some such man as you... / Good-night. " The casement closed again, / And I was left in the frosty lane.