An Apple Gathering

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Christina Rossetti - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

An Apple Gathering

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I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree,         And wore them all that evening in my hair: Then in due season when I went to see         I found no apples there. With dangling basket all along the grass         As I had come I went the selfsame track: My neighbours mocked me while they saw me pass         So empty-handed back. Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by,         Their heaped-up basket teased me like a jeer; Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky,         Their mother's home was near. Plump Gertrude passed me with her basket full,         A stronger hand than hers helped it along; A voice talked with her through the shadows cool         More sweet to me than song. Ah, Willie, Willie, was my love less worth         Than apples with their green leaves piled above? I counted rosiest apples on the earth         Of far less worth than love. So once it was with me you stooped to talk         Laughing and listening in this very lane: To think that by this way we used to walk         We shall not walk again! I let my neighbors pass me, ones and twos         And groups; the latest said the night grew chill, And hastened: but I loitered, while the dews         Fell fast I loitered still.

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  • Christina Rossetti