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Home Is the Sailor
Home is the sailor, home from sea:
Her far-borne canvas furled
The ship pours shining on the quay
The plunder of the world.Home is the hunter from the hill:
Fast in the boundless snare
All flesh lies taken at his will
And every fowl of air.'Tis evening on the moorland free,
The starlit wave is still:
Home is the sailor from the sea,
The hunter from the hill.A.E. Housman
Normal posting resumes tomorrow if I can get recombobulated.
