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I dwell in a lonely house I know / That vanished many a summer ago, / And left no trace but the cellar walls, / And a cellar in which the daylight falls, / And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield / The woods come back to the mowing field; / The orchard tree has grown one copse / Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; / The footpath down to the well is healed.