At West Hills in October

for D B and H P

At West Hills in October:
Rimmed by the sea to the north, nestled to the bosom of the interior hills,
Here, in its ancient post still guarded, an old farmhouse,
Here, three travelers, curiously lingering, inquiring, with affection retrospective
O day of retreating years! backward, in the hushed room assembled — father, mother: the child illustrious just born, the vicissitudes and honors of the future unsuspected.
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