APPLES IN WINTER
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A heartsome thing it is to look
At evening in your study And find beside your favorite book Some apples cool and ruddy, Whose russet, yellow, brown, and red Are memories of the richness shed When lovely Autumn tossed her head And from the hilltops lightly fled. Their spicy skin, so crisp and tart, Recalls a nook where winds have been To flavor them with highest art By driving dew and sunshine in, While foaming juice and luscious meat Suggest the fragrance of the rain That flavored them with essence sweet And ripened them to match the grain. A heartsome thing it is to look At evening in your study And find beside your favorite book Some apples cool and ruddy, Whose russet, yellow, brown, and red Are memories of the richness shed When lovely Autumn tossed her head And from the hilltops lightly fled. |