A vision, to re-kindle
Home-love! Impregnable
Against night, and its dread
Legions of the dead.
That rising, a fortress
Out fogs! Compatible
With what, though mean-windowed
And of it, meek-lit
Is, down in one's heart place
Felt secure by it.
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