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...

  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...