MY HOUSE
/ wouldn't choose a castle *' // / could choose a Kbme; A palace or a mansion, With turret, spire, or dome. I'd choose a very little house, Snug and small and cosy, With the sort of little garden Where I could pick a'poSy.
Cushions, rugs, and curtains ■ Would/, glow like flowers within, When, danced the winter firelight And' the night came creeping in. So if, when you are walking, A "different" house you see, You'llknow that it is my house, v So come straight in to tea.
I'd keep the latticed ivindows Diamond-clear and bright, 'And open to the scented stock ... The dear morning light ... I'd polish all the door knobs Till.they shamed the sun itself, And sky-blue 1 cups;and saucers I'd keep upon a shelf.
FitzGerald.
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Evening Post, Volume CXVIII, Issue 60, 8 September 1934, Page 20
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126MY HOUSE Evening Post, Volume CXVIII, Issue 60, 8 September 1934, Page 20
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