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.
Where the Tuscan olives whiten in the hot blue day,
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.
Narrow is the street, Dear, and dingy are the walls
Wherein I wait your coming as the twilight falls.
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!
Where Love Is
Amelia Josephine Burr
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Poem topics: heart, home, house, sea, wind, dear, blue, wait, narrow, country, street, start, hide, step, golden, breathe, green, love, I love you, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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