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On an Apple-tree full of blossom, Sept. 11th

Where shivering through the leafy shade
September breathes a gloom,
Lo! yonder apple-tree arrayed
In all its vernal bloom!
Say, did Pomona bid it blow
At Meliora's suit?
Portentous in its lovely glow,
Behold forbidden fruit.

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Then, Meliora! with thine hair
Such blossoms if thou weave;
Alas! unweeting girl! beware
The fate of Mother Eve.