| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922. |
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| Where Love is |
| | | Amelia Josephine Burr |
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| BY the rosy cliffs of Devon, on a green hill’s crest, | |
| I would build me a house as a swallow builds its nest; | |
| I would curtain it with roses, and the wind should breathe to me | |
| The sweetness of the roses and the saltness of the sea. | |
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| Where the Tuscan olives whiten in the hot blue day, | 5 |
| I would hide me from the heat in a little hut of gray, | |
| While the singing of the husbandman should scale my lattice green | |
| From the golden rows of barley that the poppies blaze between. | |
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| Narrow is the street, Dear, and dingy are the walls | |
| Wherein I wait your coming as the twilight falls. | 10 |
| All day with dreams I gild the grime till at your step I start— | |
| Ah Love, my country in your arms—my home upon your heart! | |
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