Apple Blossoms

AMID the young year’s breathing hopes,

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When eager grasses wrap the earth,

I see on greening orchard slopes

The blossoms trembling into birth.

They open wide their rosy palms

To feel the hesitating rain,

Or beg a longed-for golden alms

From skies that deep in clouds have lain.

They mingle with the bluebird’s songs,

And with the warm wind’s reverie;

To sward and stream their snow belongs,

To neighboring pines in flocks they flee.

O doubly crowned, with breathing hopes

The branches bending down to earth,

That feel on greening orchard slopes

Their blossoms trembling into birth.

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