Question

a poem on my house

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Answer 1

Answer:

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Answer 2

Answer:

My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves

That make my roof the

arena of their loves,

That gyre about the gable

all day along

And fill the chimneys with murmurous song:

Our house, they say; and mine the cat declares

And spreads his golden fleece upon the chairs;

And mine the dog, and rises stiff with wrath

If any alien foot profane the path.

So, too, the buck trimmed my terraces, our whilom gardener, called the garden his;

My lovely house is loved by everyone, living happily on

a piece of lands, holding each other hands.