Homesickness
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Oh, that I had wings
That I might fly away
And soar among the statue-clouds
And lazily float upon the breeze
Like a purring prop plane.
Oh, that I had wings
To take off when I will
And go where I will
To “flee like a bird to her mountain”
And fly away home.
Sojourn
A Sense of Place
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