TO make this little house my very own <br />Could not be done by law alone. <br />Though covenant and deed convey <br />Absolute fee, as lawyers say, <br />There are domestic rites beside <br />By which this house is sanctified. <br /> <br />By kindled fire upon the hearth, <br />By planted pansies in the garth, <br />By food, and by the quiet rest <br />Of those brown eyes that I love best, <br />And by a friends bright gift of wine, <br />I dedicate this house of mine. <br /> <br />When all but I are soft abed <br />I trail about my quiet stead <br />A wreath of blue tobacco smoke <br />(A charm that evil never broke) <br />And bring my ritual to an end <br />By giving shelter to a friend. <br /> <br />This done, O dwelling, you become <br />Not just a house, but truly Home!<br /><br />Christopher Morley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/taking-title/
