A Poet's Harvest Home Being One Hundred Short Poems: By William Bell Scott ... With an Aftermath of Twenty Short Poems |
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THE APPLE TREE.
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THE APPLE TREE.
Let us lie upon the grassBeneath this apple-tree,
To mark the shining white clouds pass,
Sailing in the high blue sea,
Through the net-work overhead
Of boughs and stems so thickly spread,
Flickering in the sunlit sheen,
Of yellow and green,
With apples clustered everywhere.
And now a bird
Darts into its nest up there;
We are neither seen nor heard,
But each callow little bill
Full well it knows,
And each must fill,
So off and away again it goes,
While we lie upon the grass,
Idle as we can be,
Watching only what may pass
Within this apple tree.
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