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Sometimes when I have dropped to sleep, / Draped in a soft luxurious gloom, / Across my drowsing mind will creep / The memory of another room, / Where resinous knots in roof boards made / A frescoing of light and shade, / And sighing poplars brushed their leaves / Against the humbly sloping eaves.
Again I fancy, in my dreams, / I'm lying in my trundle bed; / I seem to see the bare old beams / And unhewn rafters overhead; / The hornet's shrill falsetto hum / I hear again, and see him come / Forth from his dark-walled hanging house, / Dressed in his black and yellow blouse.