Through windows soft with morning light,
The pages dance in golden sight.
Each room a whisper, each chair a sigh,
Of ladies fair and gentlemen sly.

The parlor hums with laughter light,
As heroes tread in black and white.
The garden blooms in colors bright,
A sanctuary, pure delight.

Oh, Chawton’s charm, so sweet, so true,
Where every word feels fresh and new.
In Austen’s home, the heart takes flight,
A timeless dance of love and light.

Bravo! Your words capture Chawton’s magic—where Austen’s warmth still lingers,
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Through halls where whispers softly tread,
Her stories live, her tales are read.
A sanctuary, humble, wise,
Where love and wit in pages rise.

Oh, Chawton’s charm, so warm, so bright,
A beacon in the soft moonlight.
Where every room, each gentle stair,
Holds echoes of her love and care.