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Sonnet of Homecoming

"Home again..." said the bard, or was it Home ? 
Beyond those hills, streams, seas and deserts dry 
Distant lands of peace and of maidens shy 
Of wars, songs and dreams, how long must he roam 
Seeking times gone, to find his long lost Home ? 
Look, yonder looms his Home, where those clouds weep 
Just on the horizon, where those winds sweep 
So near yet so far, other end of sky's dome 

Sore is his heart and blistered are his feet 
Feeble his wishes are, his Homecoming uncertain 
In a tavern with wenchs warm he makes his last sojourn 
Singing glories of things unknown and Homecoming sweet 

There he walks barefoot smeared with sins and lust 
And his sweet little lies of rains on paths of dust

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