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Lights are glowing in the window of my house.
There's a warm fire burning in the stove.
But my feet are not yet weary,
and my thoughts are not yet tired.
I can still walk many miles across the land.
It is possible that I shall turn a bend,
and find a sudden maple standing there,
or a tall cliff with an eeyrie,
or a large and lovely stone;
and I will wonder with them as I pass.
I may find a secret gate or hidden house
around some sudden corner of my path,
or a new fence round a pasture,
or an orchard or a field.
I may even shape a new path through the grass.
I have left my house behind me for a while.
There are many roads to follow through the night.
But if my feet grow weary,
or if my thoughts grow tired,
then the warm fire in the stove will call me home.
