"Did I frighten you?"

You had come for cherries; these

Dreamily I climbed for while

You still questioned with a smile,

And still tried to tease.

Ah, love, just two years have gone

Since then. I remember, you

Wore a dress of billowy blue

Muslin, or of lawn.

And that apron still I see,—

White, with cherry-juice red-stained,—

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Which you held; wherein I rained

Ripeness from the tree.

And I asked you—for, you know,

To my eyes your serious eyes

Spoke such sweet philosophies,—

If you'd read Rousseau.

You remember how a chance,

Somewhat like to mine, one June

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