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TUSCAN OLIVES: RISPETTO 3 by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON

First Line: WE CLIMBED ONE MORNING TO THE SUNNY HEIGHT
Last Line: I DID NOT TURN, MY LOVE, I LOOKED AT YOU.
Subject(s): LOVE; OLIVE TREES AND OLIVES;
We climbed one morning to the sunny height
Where chestnuts grow no more and olives grow;
Far-off the circling mountains cinder-white,
The yellow river and the gorge below.

"Turn round," you said, O flower of Paradise;
I did not turn, I looked upon your eyes.
"Turn round," you said, "turn round and see the view!"
I did not turn, my Love, I looked at you.



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