A Changeling Grateful HERE they give me greeting, House me warm within, Break their bread and share it With the heart of kin. Here the ruddy hearth-light Singes not a moth, Gives a summer welcome As a red rose doth. I would leave a gift here If I might: not I!-- Like a homeless laughter, Vagrant wind gone by. But while I am a glow-worm I will shine and stay: When I am a shadow… I will creep away. |
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