Tradition

Given to the house of legend.
To the love of the old.
The shame of what is new is forgotten if not,
By the love of the young.
Taken in place,
To the house better known.

You’ve loved here and there, my precious one.
The old and the young,
The foreign and the known.
And the leaves that have flown.
And gone now
Looking out
The window has shown—

The panes only open
For the trees that have grown.

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