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23196	Morley, Christopher	Songs for a Little House			.txt	text/plain	9663	1188	97	Dear little house, dear shabby street, Dear sweet, when dusk comes up the hill, Those prayer-time eyes, so deep and still-The old-time dairy maids are dear to every poet's heart-At night the gas lamps light our street, To kiss the little hand of her by whom I lie. Makes my heart a house of pain, and my eyes a blur. And the old dear cadence of the words I think the sonneteers were walking men: The wine he loved, the men with whom he laughed, When our first love was April-sweet and new, I know not how I thought those days so fair Watch them like stars set in a lonely sky, Stain with red God's clean green sea, In that dear England of my dreams In those old days before the War. Where men have dreamed such gallant things Dear singing lad, those days are dead And many other well-loved men	./cache/23196.txt	./txt/23196.txt