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TUSCAN OLIVES: RISPETTO 4 by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON

First Line: HOW HOT IT WAS! ACROSS THE WHITE-HOT WALL
Last Line: UNDER THE OLIVES FIRST I CALLED YOU MINE.
Subject(s): LOVE; OLIVE TREES AND OLIVES;
How hot it was! Across the white-hot wall
Pale olives stretch towards the blazing street;
You broke a branch, you never spoke at all,
But gave it me to fan with in the heat;

You gave it me without a sign or word,
And yet, my dear, I think you knew I heard.
You gave it me without a word or sign:
Under the olives first I called you mine.



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