A CHANGELING GRATEFUL
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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