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On the coast of Maine, where many green islands and salt inlets fringe / the deep-cut shore line; where balsam firs and bayberry bushes send / their fragrance far seaward, and song-sparrows sing all day, and the / tide runs plashing in and out among the weedy ledges; where cowbells / tinkle on the hills and herons stand in the shady coves, -- on the / lonely coast of Maine stood a small gray house facing the morning / light. All the weather-beaten houses of that region face the sea / apprehensively, like the women who live in them.
This home of four people was as bleached and gray with wind and rain / as one of the pasture rocks close by. There were some cinnamon rose / bushes under the window at one side of the door, and a stunted lilac / at the other side. It was so early in the cool morning that nobody was / astir but some shy birds, that had come in the stillness of dawn to / pick and flutter in the short grass.