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I read, and saw my home with sudden yearning-- The small white wooden house, the grass-green door, My father's study with the fire burning, And books piled on the floor.
I saw the moon-faced clock that told the hours, The crimson Turkey carpet, worn and frayed, The heavy dishes--gold with birds and flowers-- Fruits of the China trade.