HOME-COMING
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I COME back to my garment of hills Now my soul is laid bare. For I gave him my lips and my limbs And my hands, and long hair— I gave him all things that were mine, This my garment of clay. So have need of my garment of hills, To hide me away— O high hills, O loved hills, O hills That are healing and strength, I have grown to your measure at last, I can wear you at length. I have loved, so my soul is upgrown, Adult in its nakedness And I, as the naked, cry. * * * * * And the wild, kind hills are my dress.