Apple
Song
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O the
sun has kissed the apples,
Kissed the apples;
And the apples, hanging mellow,
Red and yellow,
All down the orchard seen |
5 |
| Make
a glory in the green.
The sun has kissed the apples,
Kissed the apples;
And the hollow barrels wait
By the gate.
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10 |
The
cider-presses drip
With nectar for the lip.
The sun has kissed the apples,
Kissed the apples;
And the yellow miles of grain
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15 |
Forget
the rain.
The happy gardens yet
The winter’s blight forget.
The sun has kissed the apples,
Kissed the apples;
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20 |
O’er
the marsh the cattle spread,
White and red.
The sky is all as blue
As a gentian in the dew.
The sun has kissed the apples,
|
25 |
Kissed
the apples;
And the maples are ablaze
Through the haze.
The crickets in their mirth
Fife the fruiting song of earth. |
30 |
The sun has kissed the apples,
Kissed the apples;
Now with flocking call and stir
Birds confer,
As if their hearts were crost |
35 |
| By a
fear of coming frost.
O the sun has kissed the apples,
Kissed the apples;
And the harvest air is sweet
On the wheat.
|
40 |
Delight
is not for long,—
Give us laughter, give us song! |
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