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of the apple trees!
 * Mossy trunks all gnarled and hoary,
 * Grey boughs tipped with rose-veined glory,

Clustered petals soft as fleece Garlanding old apple trees!

How you gleam at break of day!
 * When the coy sun, glancing rarely,
 * Pouts and sparkles in the pearly

Pendulous dewdrops, twinkling gay On each dancing leaf and spray.

Through your latticed boughs on high,
 * Framed in rosy wreaths, one catches
 * Brief kaleidoscopic snatches