Poem

Needs
Charles Hanson Towne

I want a little house
Upon a little hill,
With lilacs laughing at the door
When afternoons are still.

I want an apple tree
Laden with drifts of bloom;
I want blue china all about
In every little room.

I want a little path
Bordered with brilliant phlox,
And on each windowsill I want
A painted flower box.

And- then I want you there
In sun, and frost, and rain,
To smile when I come trudging home
Through a dim, scented lane.

For what's a little house
Upon a little hill,
Unless you light the fire for me
When nights are strangely still?