I learned -- at least -- what Home could be --

I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant -- How awkward at the Hymn Round our new Fireside -- but for this -- This pattern -- of the Way -- Whose Memory drowns me, like the Dip Of a Celestial Sea -- What Mornings in our Garden -- guessed -- What Bees -- for us -- to hum -- With only Birds to interrupt The Ripple of our Theme -- And Task for Both -- When Play be done -- Your Problem -- of the Brain -- And mine -- some foolisher effect -- A Ruffle -- or a Tune -- The Afternoons -- Together spent --…