Needs

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?

     ~ Charles Hanson Towne