The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
I
My chimney is buildedOn a hill by the sea,
At the edge of a wood
That the sunset has gilded
Since time was begun
And the earth first was done:
For mine and for me
And for you, John Burroughs,
My friend old and good,
At the edge of a wood
On a hill by the sea
My chimney is builded.
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||