come, let us plant the apple-tree.
Cleave the tough greensward with the spade
Wide let its hollow bed be made;
There gently lay the roots, and there
Sift the dark mould with kindly care,
And press it o’er them tenderly,
As, round the sleeping infant’s feet,
We softly fold the cradle-sheet;
So plant we the apple-tree.
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The promise of these fragrant flowers,
The fruit that ’neath these blossoms lies
Once hung, they say, in Eden’s bowers,
And tempted Eve in Paradise.O fairest daughter of Eve’s blood,
Lest her misprision thine should be,
I ’ve nipped temptation in the bud
And send this snowy spray to thee. -
COME, let us plant the apple-tree.
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Cleave the tough greensward with the spade;
Wide let its hollow bed be made;
There gently lay the roots, and there
Sift the dark mould with kindly care,
And press it o’er them tenderly,
As round the sleeping infant’s feet
We softly fold the cradle-sheet;
So plant we the apple-tree. -
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
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