At home, alone.

Strange joys may lure. Your deities

Smile here alone. Oh, give me these:

Low eaves, where birds familiar fly,

And peace of mind, and, fluttering by,

My Lydia's graceful draperies,

At home, alone.

V

(As it might have been constructed in 1744, Oliver Goldsmith, at 19, writing the first stanza, and Alexander Pope, at 52, the second)

Home! at the word, what blissful visions rise,