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CANADIAN SINGERS AND THEIR SONGS Apple Blossoms.

Shy, amorous, The brown-haired dryads of the apple trees I saw this day. Shy were they in among the blowing blossoms; Their white knees Hidden by blossom tapestries The wind had woven, weaving cunningly.

Yet their arms and faces, And shoulders bloomy pink, by swaying spray I saw, and their long glances In the sunny garden places Where the sunlight dances, Held me in sweet trances;

While they begged me come to play, Bathe with them in blossoms, On a white spring day!

Arthur L. Phelps. 111