Love
The Scarlet Hills
From Embers (1895)
Love
Brothers, we go to the Scarlet Hills--
(Little gold sun, come out of the dawn.)
There we will meet in the cedar groves--
(Shining white dew, come down.)
There is a bed where you sleep so sound,
The little good folk of the Hills will guard,
Till the morning wakes and your love comes home--
(Fly away, heart, to the Scarlet Hills.)
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MLA
Parker, Gilbert. “The Scarlet Hills.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/parker_g/117/.
Chicago
Parker, Gilbert. “The Scarlet Hills.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/parker_g/117/.
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