<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=349997" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where Home Was</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'TWAS yesterday; 'twas long ago:<br>And for this flaunting grimy street,<br>And for this crowding to and fro,<br>And thud and roar of wheels and feet,<br>Were elm-trees and the linnet's trill,<br>The little gurgles of the rill,<br>And breath of meadow-flowers that blow<br>Ere roses make the summer sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas long ago; 'twas yesterday:<br>Our peach would just be new with leaves,<br>The swallow pair that used to lay<br>Their glimmering eggs beneath our eaves<br>Would flutter busy with their brood,<br>And, haply, in our hazel-wood,<br>Small village urchins hide at play,<br>And girls sit binding blue-bell sheaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was the house here, or there, or there?<br>No landmark tells. All changed; all lost;<br>As when the waves that fret and tear<br>The fore-shores of some level coast<br>Roll smoothly where the sea-pinks grew.<br>All changed, and all grown old anew;<br>And I pass over, unaware,<br>The memories I am seeking most.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But where these huddled house-rows spread,<br>And where this thickened air hangs murk<br>And the dim sun peers round and red<br>On stir and haste and cares and work,<br>For me were baby's daisy-chains<br>,For me the meetings in the lanes,<br>The shy good-morrows softly said<br>That paid my morning's lying lurk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh lingering days of long ago,<br>Not until now you passed away.<br>Years wane between and we unknow;<br>Our youth is always yesterday<br>.But, like a traveller home who craves<br>For friends and finds forgotten graves,<br>I seek you where you dwelt, and, lo,<br>Even farewells not left to say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Augusta+Davies+Webster">Augusta Davies Webster</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=349997" data-title="Where Home Was de Augusta Davies Webster" data-description="'TWAS yesterday; 'twas long ago: And for this flaunting grimy street, And for this crowding to and fro, And thud and roar of wheels and feet, Were elm-trees and the linnet's trill, The little gurgles of the rill, And breath of meadow-flowers that ..."></div> </div> </div>

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