  GREEN apple branches full of green apples All around me unfurled, Here where the shade and the sunlight dapples A grass-green, apple-green world. Little green children stirred with the heaving Of the warm breast of the air, When your old nurse, the wind, is grieving Comfortlessly you fare. But now an old-time song she is crooning, Nestle your heads again, While I dream on through the golden nooning, Or look for the first red stain On some round cheek that the sunshine dapples, Near me where I lie curled Under green trees athrong with green apples, In a grass-green, apple-green world. |
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