Coming home was to that:
The white house in the cool grass
Membraned with shadow, the bright stretch
Of stream that was its looking—glass;
 
And smoke growing above the roof
To a tall tree among whose boughs
The first stars renewed their theme
Of time and death and a man’s vows.

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