Thereon to guess; one reaps, another sows;
The sun, emerging from dark vapour, glows,
Charm’d by the magic murmurs of a maid.
“An apple in that vessel claims her care,
Red as a rose, yellow as wax to view;
A power divine reigns in that fruit so rare,
The power, health, youth and beauty to renew.
The influence of time is never seen,
Or felt by those, who on that apple feast;
And every Disa, who its juice doth taste,