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from "Two Tramps in Mud Time": But yield who will to their separation/My object in living is to unite/My avocation and my vocation/As my two eyes make one in sight./Only where love and need are one,/and the work is play for mortal stakes,/Is the deed ever really done/For Heaven and the future's sakes.

BIRCHES: ...So I was once myself a swinger of birches/And so I dream of going back to be...

"What's a child doing at this time of night--?" "Out walking. Every child should have the memory Of at least one long-after-bedtime walk. What, son?"

Home Burial is for me the first really outstanding and timeless poem of this anthology.