home is


'Warren,' she said, 'he has come home to die: 
You needn’t be afraid he’ll leave you this time.' 

'Home,' he mocked gently. 

'Yes, what else but home? 
It all depends on what you mean by home. 
Of course he’s nothing to us, any more 
Than was the hound that came a stranger to us 
Out of the woods, worn out upon the trail.'

'Home is the place where, when you have to go there, 
They have to take you in.'

'I should have called it
Something you somehow haven’t to deserve.'